As for where I'm starting off, I have copy and pasted Master Keitaro chapters 1 - 4 and I will be changing chapter 5 up a bit. Why? Cuz I'm writing my own story on this :)
Alright, so this is what's up. Way back when, I read Master Keitaro by vianmeor. I looked it up a few days ago and noticed that he had abandoned the story (sad face). I decided to try my hand and continuing the story. The first chapter is just vianmeor's first 4 chapters copy/pasted and I'm going off from there. I might change a few scenes but for the sake of the story, just go with it lol. If you want to skip, go ahead, I worked a while on my chapter which has 7k words. damn... lol
My writing style: I know that I'm not exactly good at writing those really well detailed, in depth lemon scenes but I'll try my best. I'll also say that I have a tendency to get lazy when it comes to details because I like writing dialogue more and I can't commit myself to writing details. It's one of the reasons why I can't commit myself to writing a full length story since my patience won't let me and I don't want to put up really short chapters and stuff and for the people that like the story would be like "eh".
This will be my 3rd fanfic that I'm writing and my first Love Hina fanfic. The other two fanfics... well they were basically just something I made because I was bored at work and I had the idea in my head. I tried to work on them but I just lost interest. I will try to keep going to not give up on this fanfic but I have no real ending in mind atm.
I own nothing of Love Hina. The credit of this first chapter belongs to vianmeor (his first 4 chapters are copy/pasted) and this story is based off of his story, Master Keitaro.
"Ok, you two, we down on the plan?" asked an eager Kitsune as she shifted her gaze from one accomplice to another. Their plan was foolproof, she just knew it.
"Hai, that pervert Urashima shall pay for all the things he has done to us! He shall pay for soiling this pure garden of women with his fiendish lustful desires!" Motoko answered confidently, her inner warrior roused at the thought of finally disposing of the plaguing evil; just as her family had done before.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there, Motoko. We aren't sure if there is anyone else around here who would overhear us. Shinobu for one would try to stop us. She's too innocent to know how dangerous her crush on Keitaro is. Su and Mutsumi might or might not step in. Haruka on the other hand is sure to take Keitaro's side on this since he's her nephew," cautioned Naru, her finger touching her lip in the common silence gesture.
"Ah, forgive me, Naru. Just the thought of having such a vile male in our presence makes my blood boil," Motoko answered in a more silent hush.
"We'd better do this right though. If we screw up even one bit and things go wrong, we'll be the ones outta here when Granny Hina comes back," Kitsune said, speaking up once again. After seeing both of her dorm mates nod, she proceeded to gloss over the finer details of the plan once more. Just to be sure.
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'I wonder why Aunt Haruka wanted to see me…' Keitaro thought to himself dully as he headed towards his aunt's tea shop. As he neared the building, the familiar smell of alit cigarette wafted over to greet him. If only he had paid more attention, he would have caught whiffs two other scents in the air as well. Yet this was Keitaro, not exactly the keenest of people, and the stench of tobacco was fairly strong…
"Ah, Keitaro, there you are. I was wondering if Su called you over like I asked her to. I was beginning to think I was cheated out of my bananas," she joked lightly, affecting a slight grin, the cigarette still in her mouth.
Ignoring his aunt's joke, he went straight to business. "What did you call me for, Aunt Haruka?" Keitaro asked, again missing a crucial detail which could have saved him from many future troubles with the older Urashima. This time, Keitaro missed the slight twitch in Haruka's eye when she heard the word 'Aunt', and the anime classic throbbing vein on her forehead.
'Any other time, Haruka, any other time. You know you want to… discipline him for that and give him a piece of your mind but… not now. Any day but now. Any time but now. Not while THEY'RE here. Both of them,' she thought with a shudder. "I have a letter for you from Granny. I'd much prefer to give it to you in person since it seems important," she said kindly, handing Keitaro a small white envelope.
Keitaro looked both puzzled and excited. For one, he was glad to finally hear from Granny again. But on the other hand, what was so important? He simply accepted the letter, bowed his head a bit in thanks, and went on towards the dorm.
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A few minutes ago.
"Okay, so the plan is when Keitaro returns, I'll go up to him and tell him that there's trouble out back at the springs. When he rushes in there, Naru, you'll pretend that he walked in on you again in the hot springs and knock him out cold. Then, Motoko, you got the best part of all, you'll come in, presumably after hearing Naru scream, and cut his family jewels right offa him! That'll kill his pride as a man, if he ever had any, and even better, he'll only have himself to blame for it!" Kitsune proclaimed triumphantly, as she held high an expensive sake bottle. Amazingly, she hadn't opened it yet. She herself said something about the sake tasting better after a victory to celebrate. If any, it showed her complete confidence in the plan's success and her utmost devotion to it (after all, the bottle was still unopened).
"What more, that perverted demon will lose his most precious tool in his conquest of soiling young women! It will be just punishment that he lives the rest of his life without it! And if he is truly sincere about trying to change for the better, he'll be able to focus on his studies more; especially since his biggest distraction is out of the way! We'll not only stop something evil, but turn it into something good as well!" Motoko added, as if adding the justification of justice to their cause. Not like it had any justice to it that is.
"Right, and if worse comes to worse and he STILL doesn't change his ways, then we'll blackmail him into leaving us for good. From what I can tell, not having your… *ehem*… is a pretty big wound to the pride of a man. He'd most likely still much rather die than having others know that he lost it," Naru added, stringing along their insurance plan, a wide grin plastered on her face.
"The plan is perfect! Perfect!" Kitsune finished, sealing the deal and making all three women laugh evilly.
"I admit that it is, except for one thing, that's my grandson you're talking about," added a fourth voice all of the sudden. All three girls stopped laughing and paled at the same moment. They recognized that voice. It was the voice they all grew to accept as the voice of authority over the past years. This one presence which was completely welcome, yet now, unwelcome at the same time. Without even daring to look, they could tell that there was a strong, looming presence behind them. Oh, and it was angry. Very angry. They were doomed. The only thing they hoped for was that their death would come quickly.
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Keitaro returned moments later, the letter from Granny still unopened. He figured that he should open it in a more controlled environment, since it was supposedly important. While the Hinata Dorms aren't exactly the most controlled environment, it did have the one place that was; his room. He entered through the front door and was headed upstairs undisturbed. 'Weird, normally something would explode in my face, or one of the other girls would chew me off for something I didn't do again,' he thought to himself, applying the 'look before you cross' rule every time he walked a few steps. 'Ah well, maybe they went out or something," he thought casually, shrugging the whole thing off. The one time Keitaro notices that something was off, he ignores it. Typical.
As soon as he arrived in his room however, he was attacked... or rather, glomped by a familiar black haired individual. It took him ten seconds to register in his head that someone was hugging him, said person was glad to hug him, and he knew who said said person was. It was Kanako, his little sister.
"Kanako! What are you doing here?" He exclaimed loudly.
"I've been traveling with Grandmother lately, and she finally decided she should visit you. Something came up though, so she had to attend to certain things elsewhere as soon as she got here. She told me to stay though, and to give you this," she said calmly, holding on to her Onii-chan tighter than ever. In her hands however, was yet another white envelope, with his name neatly printed in what he recognized as the old matriarch's handwriting.
Getting the letter which was right under his nose, literally, was not the first of his worries though. How to get this hugging parasite of a cute sister of his to loosen her iron vice-grip of love she called a hug was on the top of his list. Right beside fighting off his nosebleed that is.
"Kanako, will you PLEASE give me Granny's letter?" Keitaro asked for the umpteenth time.
"No, Onii-chan," Kanako answered stubbornly. Keitaro had to wonder why. The Kanako that he knew was kind and gentle and silent, and she definitely wasn't acting that way.
"Well then, tell me at least why not?" He asked gently, finally deciding to try a different approach. Kanako flinched at the question and averted her gaze to the now interesting floor.
"It's… it's because in the letter… the letter…" Kanako stuttered, her eyes filling with tears. "IN THE LETTER GRANNY WANTS YOU TO FIND A GIRL!" she yelled loudly, her tears now flowing freely.
Keitaro took a step back. Granny wanted him to find a girl? What was that supposed to mean? "Wait… wait… maybe it's a misunderstanding!" he blabbered near-incoherently. "Give me the letter and we'll see what she means for ourselves!" He wanted to clear this up quickly. What was Granny thinking? Touched by her brother's reluctance to have another girl, Kanako handed the letter to him.
Dearest Keitaro,
It's been so long since you've last heard from me hasn't it? I wasn't even there to give you a proper farewell when I left and made you manager to the Hinata Dorms. I will admit that I haven't spent much time with you, and that weighs heavily upon my conscience. It's just that these old bones of mine have a sort of need to travel. I guess it just goes along with that saying that staying still makes an old person weaker.
Anyway, on to business. First things first, dispose of my first letter. It is of no use whatsoever now. In fact, Kanako ought do it; I already know she's reading this letter with you over your shoulder.
True enough, the young girl was leaning over Keitaro, her chin nestled on his shoulder, her breasts pressing against his back. Seeing Granny Hina's words however, she merely nodded in understanding and left the room. She got the hint; this was only for Keitaro to see.
Now that you are alone, the real business comes in. I have chosen you to become the heir to the Urashima inheritance. Should untowardly anything happen to me, or should my age finally catch up to me, all that I possess shall become yours.
Keitaro reread that statement. I have chosen you to become the heir to the Urashima inheritance… all that I possess shall become yours. What the heck? Granny was leaving everything to him?
This was something of importance so I wished to speak with you of this personally, yet… certain circumstances have called me away. While I could tell you what this incident was, I prefer if the girls themselves be the ones to explain to you.
Putting two and two together, Keitaro instantly made a conclusion. The girls were gone because they had done something to offend Granny. Sure he was her favorite grandson, but his near immortality had to come from somewhere right? He shuddered at the thought of what his grandmother did, is doing, AND would be doing to the girls.
Regarding this incident however, I wish to… change things a bit. The girls have apparently been mistreating you; forcing you to clean up after them and working you as hard as a slave. So as punishment for them, and compensation for you, they will be at your beck and call for the rest of their lives. I f you want it in simpler terms, they shall be your slaves. You can order them to do whatever you wanted them do, no questions asked.
The girls? Anything he asked? Keitaro's nose was now a fountain of blood. Did Granny really mean what she was saying? Well, at least Kanako was wrong. Granny didn't want him to find a girl; she already found him one. Or, rather, she found him girls; more than one.
However, I fear you do not have what it takes to truly be their master. Kindness is a much loved trait yes, but too much kindness is not welcome for both sides. One side gets run ragged (much obviously your side), and the other gets complacent (their side). If you are not strict with them, eventually, they will be the ones in control once more. I am out right now clearing things out so that they can be legally (or as close as it can get) deemed your possessions. When I get back to you however, I do not wish to see the overly soft and naïve Keitaro. Prove to me, Keitaro, that I was right in stopping the girls from trying to cut your little friend there off of you forever. Grow a pair, grandson; you now have something to use them on.
-Granny Hina
Keitaro blushed red. The girls were planning to do WHAT? He knew he was soft, yes, but then again, maybe he WAS too soft. But how can he change who he was? And she expected him to do it quick?
P.S. Kanako can help you.
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Kanako left the room and made her way to the incinerator. Granny told her to dispose of the letter, and knowing the importance of such a thing herself, knew that when she said dispose, she meant burn it.
When she got there however, she couldn't help but be surprised. There beside the bright red incinerator were a set of boxes. As she walked towards it, she noticed there was a letter from Granny attached to the bright red lid of the incinerator. This time, it was addressed to her. She tossed the old letter for Keitaro into the incinerator and took the one meant for her. She eagerly opened it and began reading.
Dearest Kanako,
I sent you out of the room not so that you won't be able to see Keitaro's letter, but that he won't be able to see yours. He should know about what I am telling you here in this letter sooner or later, and I want you to tell him about it yourself when that time comes. But, for now, let's have a woman to woman talk.
Your brother is a gentle soul, probably why you fell for him in the first place; but now is not the time for him to be gentle. As you know, the girls have been taking advantage of him, and we both want to make things equal. I am out right now straightening things out with their families and such so that they be in Keitaro's possession.
Kanako smiled sadistically. Those bitches did so much to her brother; they deserve to be used by him. He should tie them up. He should hurt them back. He should keep torturing them!
Now I know you are probably wishing for their deaths or any possible fates worse than death ( I know you are a creative girl and that you can come up of many interesting ideas) upon them. I will tell you now, don't. Instead of spiting those who harm Keitaro, why not try making Keitaro stronger?
Kanako raised an eyebrow. Now there was an idea.
Now I know you are quite the dominant person dear, always wanting to be in control. Share some of that spirit with your brother, the only one you wish to surrender control to. He is to be deemed their Master, and the head of the Urashima household. Dear, what I am asking you is that you be the Mistress. You are harsh where your brother is kind. You go where he dare not go, lest he lose himself to darkness wholly and completely. Bear the pain he can never bear. Be there for him, maybe not as his wife, but as his eternal companion.
-Granny Hina
Kanako's eyes widened, as she nearly fainted when what Granny was implying finally hit her. Not only does she get to have fun with the bitches, but she gets to do so alongside her brother! Not only that, but Granny was saying that she would be by his side! Her face took on a dreamy expression and her eyes wandered… and wandered right onto the boxes that Granny left for her. Her trademark evil grin graced her face, and she licked her lips as she opened the first box.
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Keitaro was still in his room when Kanako returned. When he turned to look at his sister however, he was greeted by a sight he was sure never to forget. His sister was wearing a tight leather suit; whip in hand. He turned his head away, feeling flushed that his sister would be so daring. Seeing his reaction, Kanako merely purred.
"Kanako, why are you dressed like that?" Keitaro asked hastily as he lifted his hands to shield his eyes from his sister's voluptuous body in front of him. It definitely wasn't ugly, but this was his sister after all. But curves, outlined by the tight, clad outfit made him think twice about it…
"Granny said you needed to be less naïve. To be stronger; to be more dominant. I can help you with that. All my life I loved to have control. The only one I ever wanted to surrender that to is you, Onii-chan," she said seductively, moving Keitaros arms out of the way. She threw away her whip, showing him that she was rendering herself open for him to take.
For a few moments, the two siblings merely stared into each others' eyes. Seeing the determination and the need in Kanako's eyes, he gave in. He needed what she offered. He was going to fuck his sister.
"Kanako, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked one last time, half to be sure, and half to simply stall for some time. This was overwhelming after all. First, he was to inherit everything. Second, he was to have plenty of beautiful girls see that his every wish be fulfilled. And third, his also beautiful younger sister wanted in.
Kanako didn't say a word; instead she leaned forward and their lips met. Their tongues danced with each other in an almost inseparable and very intimate dance. Breaking from the kiss, she knelt before him. "Hai, Onii-chan. Make me yours," she said as she brought her forehead to the floor and raised to him a collar in her hands.
Keitaro hesitated. Was he really going through with this? He was a healthy enough male to know what a girl means when she asks you to 'make her yours,' especially when she offers you a dog collar all the same. Obviously Kanako was serious about this.
When Keitaro didn't take the collar, she lifted her head slightly to look at him. She couldn't help but smile at her brother's reaction. He really was too nice for his own good. The first thing she ought to do was to teach him to be a bit more selfish and have some fun of his own. "Onii-chan, it's alright. I want this, and I know you want it too," she said reassuringly.
This time, Keitaro took the collar and put it on her. It wasn't too loose, and it wasn't too tight. It fit perfectly, just like how Kanako felt in her brother's hands.
"You are my Master now, Onii-chan. All that I have is now yours. You own everything," she said happily, tears of joy streaking out of her eyes. She proceeded to remove her suit, and soon, she was standing in front of him completely naked. "Please, Onii-sama… no, Goshujin-sama, use me. Use me however you wish."
Keitaro's face was blushing crimson. His member was stiff and bulging in his pants. Kanako just told him to use her right? But… that was wrong. Was it? I mean, she did just tell him that she was his, and to use her however he wished. So it was okay, right?
Kanako on the other hand was getting annoyed. She told her brother it was fine to do whatever to her, so why was he still hesitating? Suddenly, it hit her; this was her brother's first time. Her eyes widened at the revelation, and she quickly forgot her annoyance. As she gives her brother her first time, he'll be giving her his. She was getting wet at the thought. She lunged at her brother, and relieved him of his shorts and boxers. Eyeing her brother's glorious dick, she quickly took his full length in her mouth and began getting to work. Screw poise and formalities, she couldn't wait anymore. Like a hungry animal, she sucked away at her brother's hard cock, hoping to get a taste of the white treasure it held. She was in heat, and she loved every moment of it.
Keitaro looked at his sister bob her head taking his shaft. It was heaven. His shaft tensed, and spurted out everything into Kanako's mouth. The young girl simply savored the flavor, swallowed it, and smiled contently. He tasted pretty good. But then again, he would never seem bad in the slightest to her. 'Now, how to get him hard again?' she asked herself.
She never got to answering that question however when Keitaro pulled her head up by the hair. His grip was tight, and it felt a little painful. Her face showed a mix of both pain and shock. When he saw this however, Keitaro merely said, "Kanako, Granny said you'd help make me tougher. Isn't this something I'm supposed to be doing?"
Despite the pain, Kanako smiled. When he said that, his voice wavered a little, and something in his eyes said he wasn't so sure yet. But he was trying, on his own free will. That had to count for something. She took his free hand in her own and directed it to her breast. She made him squeeze it, and let out a small moan at the feeling. He released his grip on her hair and proceeded to fondle her other breast as well. Kanako moaned louder. He decided to be a bit more daring and took one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. With his other hand, he pinched her other nipple, and felt it harden under his touch.
Kanako quivered and shook as she felt her first orgasm coming. It didn't help anything that her brother decided to start rubbing her in her nether regions. Suddenly, he pushed a finger in her, and with that, the floodgates were loosed, and she relieved herself then and there. She looked at her brother pleadingly. She wanted more.
Keitaro was already hard once again. His thick staff was already just in front of her wet cunt. All that was left was to pull his hip back, take aim, and go for it. He took one look at his sister's face and he knew that there was no turning back. Her face was twisted with lust and anticipation. She was already spreading her dripping pussy wide open for her brother to see. She didn't want him to go slowly; she wanted him to just slam his cock in her! She wanted it in her. She wanted it in her bad.
Keitaro took hold of Kanako's hips and entered slowly. Looking again at Kanako, he saw that she was hurt a bit, since this was her first time, but more than the pain, the look of want was on her face. Moving in slowly wasn't going to cut it. He tightened his grip and slammed himself in.
Kanako gave a jerk and moaned in pleasure. She was finally becoming one with her beloved Onii-chan, who was now her one and only Master. It felt good, and she couldn't even feel the pain anymore.
"Onii-sama… I'm going to come!" she yelled as she once again let loose. At the same moment, Keitaro couldn't hold back and spilled his hot cum deep into her. Realizing what he just did, Keitaro wanted to apologize, but after seeing the look of pure ecstasy in Kanako's face, he realized that she wasn't against it and saw no need to worry.
Noticing that they were both spent, and he was the only one with at least a little strength in his legs, he took his little sister in his arms and carried her over to his futon. He climbed in with her, and she nuzzled her head right under his. Their chests heaving and bodies spent, they both welcomed the peace of sleep.
Kanako awoke the next morning to a heavenly sight. One, she was in her Onii-chan's futon, sharing it with the man himself. And two, she was snuggling up against him, her head nestled on his neck. She could feel his chest heave as he breathed in his sleep. She could smell his scent strongly as she herself inhaled and exhaled and was captivated by it. To put it in one word, her situation was completely intoxicating.
She was about to drift back to sleep when she heard someone moving around downstairs. Carefully breaking herself away from her paradise, she silently cursed whoever it was who interrupted her otherwise perfect moment. She grabbed a bathrobe and threw it on, before quickly running down the stairs to see who it was.
When she got down, she saw Miss Motoko Aoyama, who had just arrived. When the female warrior realized who it was, she bowed her head in respect before speaking. "I am now the Urashima family's humble retainer, Urashima-sama. Your brother is... my lord and master now," she said silently, relaying to Kanako in as few words as she could what had become of her.
(Flashback)
The atmosphere was tense in the Aoyama's official gathering hall. There were nervous murmurs all around as one member asked another if they knew what was happening. No matter who they asked, however, the answer always stayed the same. Everyone, save probably the three Aoyamas who held the biggest influence in the clan, had no idea why they were told to gather. All they knew was that it was urgent enough to have all of the members; master or trainee; branch or head. In fact, this was probably the first time in a few centuries the whole clan was actually complete.
One look at their clan leader's face, however, clearly said that he would have rather not called the gathering in the first place. Even the usually calm Tsuruko, the firstborn daughter of their leader, was showing signs of irritation. She was even clutching her sheathed blade so hard that her knuckles were already going white. If even the toughest people in their clan were dreading this visit however…
Their thoughts were cut off suddenly and a deafening silence pervaded the room when the doors flew open to reveal an old woman dressed in traditional garb. As she walked towards the spot prepared for the one seeking audience, no one failed to notice the strong, confident gait she possessed. What truly shocked them though was the person following her. Motoko Aoyama, heir to their dojo and fighting style, second daughter of the master swordsman of the Aoyamas, and stubbornly proud woman, was reduced to nothing more but a humbled beaten dog. She was trailing the old lady with weak, meek steps; a stark contrast to both her personality and the person she was following. Who was this woman? To subdue a master of their art, even a young one, was quite a feat. To subdue one of the strongest women in the clan, though, was a wholly different matter entirely.
One by one they realized what they were called together for. Most likely, one of their number, the heir of the dojo and name, no less, must have done something awful to someone from another. It must have been quite a something, however, for them to send one so strong as an envoy. Even worse, judging by her incensed aura and straying murderous impulses, the old woman that was to be their negotiator must have been directly affected by whatever great misdeed was committed.
"Aoyamas, I am the matriarch of the long-standing Urashima clan!" Granny Hina said suddenly, her booming voice carrying across the room with all the force and raw emotion she initially put into it. Those who were caught up in their thoughts of scandals and conspiracies were rudely shaken out of their reveries. Those who were listening stiffened at the mention of which clan had been offended. The two leading Aoyamas who already knew this couldn't help but wince at the strength in the old woman's voice.
Granny Hina smiled inwardly. 'Good, now I have their attention,' she thought, as she noticed the rapt gazes of everyone else present. "The wrongs she has committed are enough to have her imprisoned on a purely legal basis. If you wish to make it a case of your heir attacking ours instead, I believe the consequences are direr are they not?" she asked menacingly.
Tsuruko bit her lip. This was why you never went against the Urashima. They were all gentle, yes, but when provoked death would be a mercy. All around her the excited murmurs of her clan mates resumed. They were no longer the intrigued whispers like earlier. They were panicked instead.
Her father, on the other hand, seemed to take it stoically. His was the only face in the room that wasn't showing any emotion… aside from Granny's that is. "And what exactly, may I ask, is my daughter guilty of?"
Motoko made as if to speak up, but the moment her gaze left the floor, it met Granny's. She simply put it back to the polished wooden floor where the old woman thought it belonged and had the courtesy to look meek.
"She has been practicing your techniques on him for nothing but false (I swear on my life and even his that they are false) accusations. He may be my chosen heir, but I had not taught him our style extensively save for making his body quite strong. I had intended to have his sister handle that part seeing as how she perfected all I taught her quite quickly, you see, and she was still training with me. I thought your daughter, a fine young woman in her own regards, would be a suitable stand-in since they at least shared the same roof. After all, it is part of her duty to protect those who can't, is it not?
I knew of her stubborn view on all that is male, but thought she would at least show some respect to one from another clan… or even one who has done nothing wrong. My grandson doesn't even see her save for their supper and whenever he may come across her when he does his job as manager. I assure you the other tenants can share their opinions on the matter and all would say he works very hard. It may be biased coming from me, but my grandson's gentleness and childlike innocence is immeasurable. Why, even Tsuruko would be able to vouch for him on that matter," she said, gesturing to the other daughter of the clan head.
"There is but one last thing I wish to say before I leave this matter to your discussion and discretion. I simply wish to mention that you must be loved by Kami-sama for him to have let me find out of their plan before they put it to action. Had I been too late blood feud would be a child's term to describe what I would do to you. Let's just say your whole clan would be wiped out and your bodies would litter the streets of Tokyo by morning. If I felt merciful, that is." And with that, Granny turned around and left for the waiting area.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Motoko hurriedly explained all that happened in her point of view. She cited all the times he had walked in on them while he was supposedly cleaning the hot springs, all the times he pretended to have been looking for them just so that he could have a reason to enter while they were changing, and, worst of all, all the times he had copped feels of them and attempted to molest the other girls.
Surprisingly, the one who commented on this wasn't her father, but her sister Tsuruko. She asked her to elaborate and the more Motoko explained in detail, the more it turned out to be countless mishaps.
Her father was deep in thought. Granny Hina personally coming to them was not a good sign at the least. Her threat at the end of her speech did not bode well. Added to the fact that Tsuruko looked to be on their side in the matter as well, their clan's wellbeing seemed to have been put in jeopardy.
He cleared his throat, stopping the conversation between the two sisters and chose the moment to speak and render final judgment. "Motoko, my dear daughter, listen to me. You may have thought you were doing what was right, but you weren't. That is something we cannot ignore. What Granny Hina said wasn't only about you harming the Urashima heir, but also about you blatantly using our demon-slaying arts on civilians. That is taboo for honorable warriors, what more for practitioners of the Shinmeiryuu. You must make amends to Urashima-san, by any means necessary," he said firmly, looking straight into his daughter's eyes. He saw the inner turmoil build in her, as he practically condemned her to a fate she never desired.
"We owe the Urashimas great a many things. Their clan holds ours in debts of blood, money and even life. We have maintained the bonds of friendship they've extended unto us despite how low we are compared to them for countless of generations. Do not be the one to break it, Motoko. That is more shame than our line can bear for the whole of eternity. Do whatever he wishes. Make sure he is pleased with you. By our honor and yours, make him happy."
(End Flashback)
"Then I am your lady and mistress, girl. Granny Hina has declared me mistress of the house and Onii-sama's loyal companion," she said strongly. Her old dom instincts were kicking back in. When it came to Keitaro, she would give him anything he desires… ANYTHING; and if it was anyone else, she'd make them go on their knees and beg for her mercy. "With your rude entry into this house, you have disturbed both your master and your mistress's repose. What kind of retainer are you?" She demanded angrily, trying to push the young woman in front of her to surrender more control to her.
As soon as it registered to her what she had done, Motoko got on her knees, her head touching the floor. She came here to make amends and instead she had disturbed them, and that definitely was not a good start. "Forgive me, Urashima-sama. I had no intentions of doing such thing," she said quickly. This was the appropriate response, but bowing to another was not a position she wanted herself in, so she wanted it over with as soon as possible.
Kanako on the other hand was savoring every moment of it. She walked up to the young swordswoman and put her foot right on top of her head, pushing her forehead into the ground all the more. She felt Motoko tense under the contact, but the kendoist didn't do anything otherwise to stop it. Granny really did a good job on her; the kendo girl who had once been belligerent when it came to pride and honor was now taking her abuse full on. She was now losing her fangs… and Kanako wanted to be the one to rip them off, one by one, slowly and painfully. "You will only refer to me as 'Ojou-sama', and my brother as 'Goshujin-sama,' understand?"
"H-Hai, Ojou-sama," Motoko replied weakly, struggling under the pressure of Kanako's foot. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was incredibly humiliating. For a proud member of the Aoyama clan, to have your face pushed into the dirt would be sacrilege to one's honor in the highest degree. But she wasn't part of that clan anymore, she was given to the Urashimas to appease them for the wrongs she herself had done. And so her master, and by extension, her mistress, had every right to do what they pleased with her. She could feel her body tense as she struggled to hold back all the reflexes that came from all her years of training. Attacking her new mistress wouldn't be the best way to start off her new life in their hands. Especially if the said mistress is Kanako Urashima, overprotective vengeful little sister and the lone student of Granny Hina Urashima, who was on all account a woman you did not want to mess with. She would take this with as much dignity as she could manage, or more fitting in this situation, salvage.
"Fine, I'll accept your apology for now, especially since you seem so... sincere," Kanako said after a while, being sure to punctuate the sarcasm in her last word. "Go fetch us some breakfast. Shinobu is out with Su in a school trip, and Mutsumi is accompanying them as their guardian. I assume you can cook right?"
Motoko bit her lip. She was always so busy with her training that she just settled for the instant ramen or some take-out, usually from Haruka's shop. As a retainer, was she expected to cook food for her master?
"Erm, forgive me, Ojou-sama, I… do not know how to cook," she said weakly, feeling all the more vulnerable under the foot of her new mistress.
"Useless," Kanako dismissed cruelly as she put more effort to the foot she used to torment Motoko. Again, it didn't hurt her physically, but it served to literally drive her dignity into the ground. "In that case, go over to Haruka's and get something to eat, and make it quick!" Kanako ordered harshly, finally lifting her foot off the young samurai's head.
"Hai, Ojou-sama," was all Motoko could say through clenched her teeth. She stood up, keeping her head bowed as a sign of respect, and left to carry out her orders. She had to bear this… she just had to…
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Kanako returned to Keitaro's room and found him still asleep. 'Last night must have been tiring for him, especially since it was his first time,' she thought to herself in a giggle. Of course, it was her first time too, but then, she was stronger and fit due to Granny's training. Her brother was a wimp, a fact that she and the old woman hoped to change.
"Goshujin-sama, wake up!" she said kindly, adopting the role of the cute younger sister and discarding the ominously scary dom persona entirely. To Keitaro that was all she was; the cute younger sister that is. Keitaro just turned in his sleep and mumbled, ignoring Kanako's wake up call for the most part. Showing an unusual amount of patience, she approached his sleeping form and gently shook him awake. This time, Keitaro woke up.
"Good morning, Ka-chan," he said with a smile that made Kanako all mushy on the inside. Not only that, but Ka-chan! Her heart skipped a beat in joy.
"Onii… Goshujin-sama, Ka-chan has a request," she said sweetly, bowing down lowly to him.
Keitaro was surprised. He remembered taking Kanako for his own, a fact that made him blush upon thought, but was asking his permission to ask for something necessary? And Goshujin-sama? Sure he wouldn't mind being called that by the other girls, but to Kanako, he'll always be her brother first. "You don't need to bow and kneel when you ask me anything. While I am your… Goshujin-sama, I'd prefer you call me Onii-chan like before."
Kanako straightened up after hearing this, a happy look on her face. "Hai, Onii-sama," she answered brightly, putting the 'sama' as a sign of respect, brother or not. "Can we take a bath together, Onii-sama?"
Keitaro opened his mouth to protest, but ended up closing it and simply agreeing. He couldn't use the 'we are siblings' excuse at this point since bathing was definitely under having sex in the incest category.
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"Motoko! I did not… expect… you here," Haruka said cryptically. True the young samurai frequented her shop often before Shinobu came with her first class cooking, but what she really meant was that she didn't expect Motoko to be back so soon. After all, she had incurred the wrath of Granny Hina, and that was always unpleasant. There were even chances Motoko'd end up dead.
Missing the hidden message entirely, Motoko simply bowed her head in response. "Haruka-sama, I am here to fetch breakfast for… Ojou-sama and Goshujin-sama," she said in an embarrassed tone. She could have left out the part about who she was getting breakfast for, but Haruka was an Urashima as well, so she wouldn't hide anything from her.
It took Haruka a few seconds to register what the kendoka said, and realize what she meant by it. 'Granny must've brought her before her family and demanded reparation. Poor girl must still be in shock that she was just tossed away by her family like that. Granny can do that girl. This is what you get for picking on her favorite little Keitaro,' Haruka thought to herself sadly. "Here, you look like you need this," Haruka commented, handing Motoko a plastic with a take-out order. It was meant for another customer, but then again, they didn't need to know about this right?
Motoko accepted the plastic but still kept her head down. She may have known Haruka for years, but there was now a sudden gap. She had become a servant, while Haruka had become a master. "Thank you, Haruka-sama," she answered quietly. She bowed one more time as thanks, and left silently.
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"Onii-sama," Kanako moaned again. When the two Urashimas went to take a bath, they ended up washing each others' bodies. Intimately.
"Your skin is so smooth Ka-chan," Keitaro commented happily as he ran his hand along her slim curves. "And your hair is fine and beautiful," he continued, running his hand through her lush black hair. "The ones down there are too," he stated bluntly as he touched Kanako's most sensitive spot.
Kanako writhed under her brother's touch. This was heaven; even better than how it was last night. Her brother was trying to show even more initiative, and he can show it to her as much as he liked! She moaned again, and was about to cum once more as his fingers stroked her body gently and lovingly.
"Ojou-sama, pardon me for interrupting, but the food you asked me to get is in the kitchen," Motoko said softly, as she walked in on the two groping each other in the bath. Even with her head slightly down, she saw enough of both of their bodies touching each other in the wrong places.
She blushed beet red for a slight moment before felling her old instincts kick in. She rushed towards Keitaro, her unsheathed sword gleaming brightly in the dim light of the morning sun.
Reacting on pure reflex, Kanako grabbed one of the nearby discarded towels and flung it at the attacking kendoka. It snagged the blade and carried it out of the distracted swordswoman's hand. Kanako tried to stand up but found her legs still weak from the 'attention' her brother was giving her earlier. She wobbled unto her own two feet and staggered into her fighting stance. Despite their retainer's turn-off intrusion, she was still moist, and a few trickles of her juices were still running down her leg.
Motoko, on the other hand, snapped her head in the direction her blade went. She inwardly cursed as she grasped the handle as tight as she could this time, which still wasn't much. It was pathetic of her to have been disarmed that easily, especially by just a towel. Sure it was a surprise attack, but she should have been more alert and steady-handed. What was wrong with her? Surely she had the strength to face off against an Urashima (Kanako specifically; she didn't exactly see Keitaro as a threat). She had already been well along the path of the warrior and was now matching the performance of a sloppy trainee. Where had her strength gone?
On Keitaro's side, things weren't looking good. One look at the two, and you could already tell that neither was in the condition to fight. It didn't take a master of the arts to notice that they were both struggling to even maintain their rigid stances, or the look in either's eyes; one that promised to do away with the other, and daring them to even make the first move. It took Keitaro to notice, however, that both girls were most likely simply being rash.
Kanako was no doubt still… aroused from their… washing. He could easily tell from the puddle of her sweet honey pooling on the floor. He could even make out the distinct smell of it despite the heavy hot spring air.
Motoko was obviously still hurt and shocked at what Granny did, and had not truly realized it until a while ago. The look in her eyes screamed defiance and the old her's demand for revenge to an injustice. It was a big drop, obviously, from heiress to a renowned dojo to a measly slave girl.
He stood up, planning to somehow prevent the fight. What he failed to realize, however, was that he was still undressed and his member was still quite erect from their heavy petting.
Motoko took to it as she normally would, first blushing red at the perversity then rushing forward to punish the pervert. She took to her regular form as she made to cut her supposed master to pieces.
Kanako, taking advantage of the timely distraction, reacted quickly, slamming her right arm against Motoko's raised sword arm. She grimaced as she felt her hit impact since, while it did feel like it did a considerable amount of damage, judging from the sound of the hit, it did not break any bones. She was hoping to hurt the bitch. Following up quickly, she launched a surprisingly sturdy kick which knocked the wind out of the attacking swordswoman and sent her doubling over. She staggered for a while before landing on top of Keitaro, who was still too stunned to move.
Seeing Motoko slump to the floor, Kanako couldn't help but smirk. She was preparing for a long tedious battle to settle the problem with the kendoist. Thanks to her Onii-sama though, things went much easier, smoother and quicker than she thought.
Now, as the winner of the battle, she was definitely going to enjoy the spoils of war… after she fixed up her Onii-chan of course.
'There, that should do it,' Kanako thought to herself, as she looked over her work; specifically one Motoko Aoyama bound in erotic bondage. Her hands were tied behind her back, with the ropes looping and curving around her chest to emphasize and squeeze her perky breasts which were normally hidden under chest bindings. The ropes were set up in such a way that, with the post she was slumped on as a fixture, should the kendo girl struggle, she'll find her breasts squeezed to the point of swelling.
She couldn't help but lick her lips and show a feral grin at the tasty morsel in front of her. Even though she loved her Onii-sama completely and wholeheartedly, there were still times when she wanted to have her own fun. He was still at the point where he wouldn't tolerate such acts and would tell her (and of course she'd obey) to stop such torture.
But by what was seemingly divine providence, she would handle two problems at once. One, she would be able to have a little one-on-one talk with Motoko. The ex-Aoyama heir had still too much fire in her, something she had to get rid off. And two, she'd get to do just that; trample on a hapless young woman's body, mind and soul for what to her was the greater good (her Onii-chan!).
She spared her sleeping brother one last pleasant thought as she slowly started to adopt her dominant personality once more. She approached Motoko's slumped form and, in a show of cruelty, delivered a strong kick to her unconscious prisoner's exposed stomach.
Motoko's eyes flew open as her mind registered the wave of pain. She stood up by reflex and instinctively reached for her sword. As soon as she stood up, however, she was forced back to her knees by a protruding knot she felt roughly scrape her through the white cotton. She also noticed her hands were still behind her back even if she told them to move, and, judging from the pressure on her wrists, she was well tied.
"Urashima-san, what foul folly is this?" she asked threateningly, attempting to look as intimidating as she could. Her sudden shift in posture alerted her to many different things about her body. For one, she couldn't feel the soft cloth of her hakama and gi, but instead tight ropes snaking around her womanly contours. The only freely loose part were her breasts; all swollen, perky and naked for the whole world to see. The most irritable one, however, was that small knot nudging against her pristine maidenhood, positioned as if getting ready to defile her purity.
Kanako sniggered at the confused expression on Motoko's face. The girl really wasn't used to not having control. Oh this was truly going to be fun.
"Cheeky girl," she snickered, "how dare you address me in such a disrespectful manner!" To drive her point, she mounted her foot on the knot and pushed it inwards. It entered her virgin snatch coated by the white fabric of her panties. It didn't go in enough to take away her first time, but just enough for it to get drenched in the fluids.
Motoko winced at the contact. It was the first time someone, or even something, touched her in there. Apparently, when she said she swore chastity, she truly meant it.
"Now tell me, wench," Kanako stated maliciously, "what did I tell you to call me?"
"O-o-ojou-sama…" Motoko stuttered, losing strength in her resolve as she felt this kind of sensation for the first time.
"Now, what do you call me?" Kanako asked harshly, stepping harder on the knot.
"O-ojou-sama!" Motoko shouted, spiked by a wave of pleasure from her snatch.
"Good girl," was Kanako's only response, as she stepped off Motoko and walked off to her bag on the table. She pulled out a hose and pump and proceeded to the latter with soapy water from a pan she had prepared earlier. As soon as it was full, she walked back to Motoko, who was still shaking from the light foreplay.
"Pathetic," the Urashima mistress mumbled to herself, just loud enough for Motoko to hear. Seeing the once proud and calm stoic kendoka all weak and helpless from just a few seconds with a knot of rope, she lifted her head in disgust. "I thought you masters of the Shinmeiryuu were all strong and experienced fighters? What kind of demon slaters are you if you turn into sluts from just a simple touch?"
Motoko blushed in anger, but knew Kanako was justified in her insults. She, the youngest master of their sacred art, was writhing in pleasure like a slut! How had she fallen so low? How long had she herself been a pervert?
Her thoughts were interrupted as Kanako forcefully kicked her forward and pulled down her panties. It was even worse for her when Kanako chose that moment to shove the free end of the hose up her ass.
The pain was intense; both to her body and to her pride. She would have wailed loudly as a something entered her for the first time ever. The physical pain was ignored, however, in favor of the crumbling self-esteem she held. Samurais and women were both supposed to be chaste, and she was both. The big difference was that she was soiled and filthy. One look at the sparks in Kanako's eyes told her she wasn't even seen as a person. She was just a toy to be played with; a puppet made to please.
"I'm going to clean you up here," Kanako stated firmly, running her hand across the exposed lower cheeks. "It just wouldn't do to have you so… unclean when I present you to our Master."
Motoko stiffened at the thought of Keitaro. Her personal view of him was still clashing against her honor's view, and she knew neither was winning or getting anywhere for that matter. After all, one was painting him as a demon; a perverted, sick, and evil demon. The other said he was her new god, as he may as well be with all the power he now had over her. Her codes demand that his word be stronger than even the law itself, and if he should wish her to do something, she should do it obediently.
Again her thoughts were cut off as she felt the lukewarm water make its way into her. The fact that her body was tense and rigid only served to make things worse. She was squeezing the hose tightly, and was now more sensitive to the water gushing in her. Without even having to turn her head, she picked up Kanako's joy at her reaction.
The girl in question was indeed enjoying herself. She knew it would be easier if her little Motoko just loosened up; which was exactly why she said what she did to make her body go tense. Ah, it was really fun doing this. She truly missed the thrill she got from torturing strong willed girls who were deep down submissive little masochists. Now that she had her chance to relive her old dominatrix days, she definitely wasn't going to waste any of it.
Kanako cupped Motoko's chin in her leathered hand and made the young retainer look her in the eye. Before, it was a more even battle. Motoko's strong samurai resolve shone brightly, fending off Kanako's evil gleam, but not making any progress as well. Now, one-sided was being generous. Motoko had no strength in her, only turmoil, pain, and hints of newly forming fear. Kanako gained more ground, relishing in it, and set out for more. Before she let go of the kendoka's chin, breaking their eye contact, she gave her a knowing smile and saw the fear truly take hold. How satisfying.
Motoko gave in. Tears started streaking down her face. She was weak. Weak like her Aneue saw her. Unworthy to carry on their honored God's Cry School. She was soft. She was insignificant. She had no honor. She only had harsh masters.
'Now for the final blow,' Kanako thought. She picked up Shisui and made sure Motoko saw it. Those horrified eyes and pain-twisted face… priceless. She licked the base of the sword, enjoying the growing dread in the samurai. She had, after all, gotten rid of all the girl's honor (save the purity reserved for her brother); there was nothing left for her to crush in their cute little slave. She had to look elsewhere, and the sword obviously held some esteem of its own. It may not be living, but there was still the emotion, the torture. On her little pet, of course. She held the sword up with one hand, opened Motoko's little hole up, and shoved the last thing she had to herself up her spread out asshole.
It was pure ecstasy for Kanako. The look of pain, then defeat, then weakness, then horror, then fear when she realized what she was about to do, then pleading, then pain again. The change in emotion was exhilarating; it felt like a rush of adrenaline pushing her right to the edge of her own climax. She just barely hung on when the pain on Motoko's face faded and was replaced by tame submission. She broke out in maniacal laughter and moved towards her prisoner. She was going to baptize the new submissive with a wave of her own climax; something the poor girl would have to work for every day of her new life. This was too perfect. The only thing missing was-
"Kanako!" A sudden cry was heard as the door slammed open. 'Shit,' was the only coherent thought in the Urashima mistress' mind as her beloved brother, the only missing thing she was just thinking about earlier, barged into the room to catch her red handed. Her eyes widened, as did his. He looked into her eyes, as did she. He briefly turned his head and saw Motoko's bound, struggling form and Kanako knew she was in trouble. When she was at the receiving end of one of the infamous Urashima glares, much less one from her most beloved person in the world, she knew she was in trouble. Her brother still wasn't supposed to see this side of her. He still wasn't ready for the harsher end of their new relationship.
Motoko let out a loud pained scream as she let loose the tide she had been holding back for long. Her sword and all the wastes in her flew right onto the floor, accompanied by tinges of red.
That was it. Kanako Urashima, harsh dominatrix, lone protégé of Grandma Hina Urashima in the widely unknown secret Urashima martial (and marital) arts, peed in her pants. She was already going to be punished herself. That damned Aoyama just had to make it worse.
Ignoring the yellow trickle along her leg, the leather-clad woman jumped to her knees and crawled to her brother's feet. "Forgive me, Onii-sama! Forgive me!" she repeatedly intoned in between sobs, clinging to his leg as if her life depended on it. All the fight she had had left her. She swore to make her life a devotion to the man she deemed more important than Kami, and she had displeased him. No, what she did was worse; she angered him.
Taking after Granny, her brother was one of those 'gentle but deadly when provoked' kinds. Even worse was since they are rarely that mad (Keitaro more so than Hina), it usually takes multiples of the effort needed to get them angry to appease them.
Keitaro shook off his sister and she landed on the floor with barely a thud. While it didn't hurt physically, what it meant made her shudder. She just lay there, looking dumbly at her brother as he moved towards Motoko, mouth agape, with a broken, dejected expression on her face; ironically similar to the one she had made Motoko wear in shame just earlier.
He reached out to untie the harsh knots, but drew back his hand when his tenant inched away from it. He stooped a little to get a view at her face, and was shocked to see a fanatic look of devotion instead of a hurt, angry or any other possible negative emotion. He saw her mouth open then close immediately, as if she held back what she was about to say. He gently stroked her under her lips with the intention of letting her know she should just say it. When her face showed a trace of pure bliss and followed his hand like a cat would to its master's hand, he knew something was terribly wrong.
Motoko on the other hand, was embarrassed. At her lowest of lows under the devil's fickle torture, the one she deemed a pervert came in to save her. He was her knight in shining armor, even stooping so low as to bend on one knee to catch a glimpse of how her face looked. He even gave her a gentle caress, and here she was foolish enough to act inappropriately and pretend she was a person he held dear. His touch was special; it was his to give, and definitely not hers to ask. With that one move, she knew he stole her heart, and to be frank, she didn't care.
"Keitaro-sama, I am filthy. I am unworthy to even be pitied by you," she whispered reverently in a tone that was respectful, humble, and honest. She had to face the truth. She may love him, but she could never be his intimately. She was but a loyal servant to this gentle god. She was but a commoner, no, lower even, seeking to marry above her station. It would be wrong for him to have her even more than just a stone to step on; a tool to be used then thrown away and forgotten.
"Don't say that, Motoko-chan," Keitaro said patiently, perfectly masking the anger he was feeling towards his Imouto for daring break such a strong pious soul into an empty worshipper. "I am your manager, and it's my job to see you safe and cared for," he continued.
Motoko's heart skipped a beat as her mind realized what her master had just said. He said that it was his job to see her safe and cared for. He even sounded honest and loving, unlike the honeyed words the real vile perverts so casually through around. Could it be? Would he really take her as his own? Like in her story, did she actually have a chance and end up with him, the man of her dreams?
At that moment, she swore to make it up to him and repent for all the things she had done to him before. At that moment, she swore to be his perfect servant; meek, obedient, and most importantly, pleasing. At that moment, she swore to be his.
Kanako, on the other hand, was now the cornered rat. She mentally scolded herself for forgetting her brother's inhuman healing. She should have kept a closer watch on her sadistic tendencies since the evil laugh was definitely something that would've alarmed him. Now she knew she was going to pay for that ignorance. How that conniving bitch acted would only make her brother go against her all the more. Sure, she planned for the whole thing to happen, but she never expected her brother to finish the last part for her. He had unwittingly shut her out and took the position of Motoko's personal god for himself. Not that she had any right to deny him that. She may be his wife in all but law, but she was still his to do with as he pleased after all.
Keitaro finished his work on the knots and Motoko felt the blood flow back into her arms, legs and chest. Even though she was now free to move, she made no move to hide herself. Her old modesty forgotten, she let him look at her nubile form all he wanted. All she did was turn to face her beloved master and fixed herself so that she was kneeling before him. She brought her head to the floor and continued her worship.
"Keitaro-sama, I am not worthy of your kindness," she repeated fanatically. Kanako flinched. She could tell this wasn't intentional, but the girl was pushing all the right buttons and nailed the broken person act. She would've given the girl a treat had it not been her who'll be eventually punished for this.
"Kanako," Keitaro said through gritted teeth, her beloved pet name already forgotten. She cringed at the weight of his voice and whimpered like a beaten dog. "Kanako, come here," he commanded, and immediately she moved to the spot he was pointing to. She kept her head down all the while, and mimicked Motoko's bow.
"Care to explain what the two of you have been doing here?" he said harshly, looking at the kneeling women. One was his tenant, her white skin marred by rough red lines snaking all around her figure. The other was his sister, still in her leather outfit. He took her for his own just yesterday, and he already dreaded the thought of her terrorizing others in his name. He loved her and all and definitely didn't mind any attention she got the girls to give him, but she still needed to be taught a lesson.
"Onii-sama, the girl is our servant," Kanako started, but not after giving Motoko a 'back off' glare when she awkwardly lifted her head to see who would go first. "It is her just punishment for making life as a manager harder for you before. When she came back already honor bound to serve us, she still had the nerve to fight back. She was too wild. She needed to be tamed and put in her place."
Keitaro turned his head to the other, now trembling, figure. "Is this true?"
Motoko hastily lifted herself from the full bow, but still did not dare look at Keitaro face to face. "Hai, Keitaro-sama," she said humbly. "I truly did bring bodily harm to you before and after I was made your servant. I can only beg for the forgiveness which I do not deserve." She brought her head back to the floor and resumed her humbling bow.
Keitaro looked as if he was weighing the information he'd just received (not as if either girl could see it though). "Kanako, I want you to think of what you've done. You may have Granny's blessing or did this for me, but I want you to know I do not appreciate this," he stated firmly. Kanako nodded in response. "Stand," Keitaro ordered firmly, and his sister was quick to comply. He placed his hands around her neck, and slowly removed her collar. "You're not worthy of this just yet," he added. "Not until you are sorry for what you've done."
"Motoko, follow me," he said, as he walked out of the room with a hesitant Motoko in tow. Kanako was shocked, her hands tracing where her collar used to be. She felt naked without it. She felt lost. She felt abandoned.