What if Naru was actually right? Maybe Keitaro isn't just a misunderstood, clumsy and naive fool, maybe he is in actual fact - a pervert.
Keitaro, the Pervert: Part 2
Keitaro awako that morning feeling refreshed. He'd been having perverted dreams of Naru all night, and although he realised this would mean he'd have to wash the sheets again today, it still left a warm feeling in his body.
Remembering Motoko's comments yesterday, he decided to show a lower profile today. It wouldn't do to get them too suspicious! Besides, he had a lot of work to day on the inn today, and not least to fix those non-functional cameras in the hotsprings. When they were working, they were his best source of saleable footage, so he needed them back online. Also, he needed to get Haitani a good picture of Naru in order to get him hooked at the new higher price.
Keitaro was grinning to himself as he walked down to breakfast. Everything was coming together - soon, he'd have a nice little nest-egg squirrelled away for the future, and then he could maybe continue his plans of opening a lucrative little 'Hostess club' in Tokyo...
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As Keitaro sat down at the breakfast table, his grin became wider, as he realised how he could satisfy Shirai's lusts for his aunt, while still preserving his own safety.
"What'cha grinnin' at, Keitaros?" giggled Kaolla, spotting Keitaro's expression as she helped herself to a seventh pile of pancakes.
"Ha! Probably something perverted, knowing him!" snorted Naru, scowling over at the manager. If it weren't for the fact that she always guessed this, he'd have said she was a mind reader. However, since Keitaro wasn't going to be surprised by her predictable reaction, instead he quickly replaced the grin with a shocked expression.
"Narusegawa! Of course not! I... I was just so pleased to be able to eat such tasty food, that's all!" he threw a grin at Shinobu, who flushed beet-red and mumbled something into her plate.
"I'm sure," Naru scoffed. "Anyway, pervert, don't forget we've a study-session later with Mutsumi. And try to remember to behave, else I might not invite you to my room again."
"Of course! I'll do my best..." Keitaro replied, while mentally kicking himself for forgetting the study group. Now it was even more important to get those hotspring cameras fixed! That watermelon-obsessed bimbo, Mutsumi, was sure to want to use the springs, and she was even better-endowed than Naru. This would be golden!
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Later, Keitaro was up in his room, working on his computer. In theory, he was studying hard, but in actual fact he'd spent the last half hour surfing his favourite porn websites, looking for a picture that suited his needs.
You see, Keitaro had come up with a neat solution to the problem of how to obtain a photograph of Haruka 'au naturel' for Shirai. Since he didn't want to risk his life by taking an actual picture of her, and since neither Haitani nor Shirai had ever seen the real thing, then all he had to do was to make a computer composite. The spy cameras were fairly low-quality pictures anyway, and if he could find a picture that roughly approximated Haruka's build, he could do a photo head-swap and produce something fairly convincing. More importantly, if it ever came to light, Haruka would know it to be a fake and the blame wouldn't point at him.
Finally locating something appropriate, along with a few compatible photos from his 'normal' family photo album, he saved the images to his encrypted disk area, and shut the system down. It was time to fix the hotsprings cameras, under the guise of doing the cleaning - but first to check to see if the girls were there.
After doing his normal security checks, Keitaro opend his secret panel and switched on the video screen. He started to scan through the numerous cameras, to track down where the girls were currently - first the locker room, although that was sadly empty, and then around the house.
He was just checking the corridor when the screen broke up into swirls of static. He cursed, and switched to another camera which was fine for a short while before it too lost signal. Clicking through a few others, he found many still working, although others had failed - but the original camera with a problem had come back to life again!
Switching between the various transmitters, Keitaro was concerned to find them losing signal apparently at random, and then coming back. First one area of the house would fail, and then another - and then it would be back to normal! Keitaro muttered some definitely non-PG words under his breath, and switched off the set in irritation. He'd have to check them all later, possibly install some of the newer stronger-powered transmitters he'd bought more recently. But first, he'd do the hotsprings. If they came out OK, then it might just be low batteries that was the problem.
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Keitaro wandered down the corridor towards the hot springs, thinking about Mutsumi. She was a bit of an air-head, but he was pretty certain that she'd have no objection to giving him a bit of action, should he ask her. Not only that, she'd probably even pose for his photos without any objections.
The only thing was, she'd also have no objections to telling all and sundry what they'd been up to, and what he'd asked her to do. If she did that, then he could kiss goodbye to his cushy number here! Sure, he'd be able to make a fair bit from pictures of her, but here he had a whole bunch to choose from. Maybe he could go for her later - when he decided it was time to open his Tokyo club, she'd be a great first employee - but it didn't make sense to kill the golden goose just yet.
With these thoughts in his head, he didn't notice Kaolla until it was too late.
"Mecha-tama five, go! Time to play, Keitaros!"
Keitaro jumped back to reality to see a robot turtle approaching at speed from the end of the passageway. As he desperately leapt to the side, he saw the turtle start to move erratically. It missed him and crashed through a wall, flying up into the sky, as Kaolla waggled furiously on a joystick attached to some sort of control box.
"Rats! Signal lost! Enemy jamming signals detected - switching to full automatic mode, commander!" burbled Kaolla to herself, as she tried pressing various buttons.
The mecha-tama seemed to be back under control as it swept back towards the house, and Keitaro - but again as it reached the corridor it behaved erratically and crashed into a heap. Kaolla leapt over to the wreckage with a screwdriver, but by that time, Keitaro was well away and entering the hotsprings.
As he had hoped, they were occupied.
"Auuuuuu! Sempai!"
"Oh! Ah, sorry, Shinobu-chan! I didn't know you were in there!"
"Pervert! How dare you peek at Shinobu-chan! What do you have to say for yourself... er, Keitaro, why are you going that colour?"
"Ah... Naru-sempai, maybe it would be wise to put some clothes on first?"
"Eeeeek!"
"Urashima, you degenerate pervert!"
Shortly after, Keitaro went flying out over Hinata, smugly grinning at having obtained such a wonderful eyeful. Despite having warned the girls he'd be working in there, they had still been waiting for him. Maybe they enjoyed displaying their bodies to him? If so, then maybe he could get them all to work for him in his club. And if they were a bit reluctant to agree, then he could always threaten to post a few hundred choice photos to the Internet...
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It was just after lunchtime, and that meant that it was time for the study-session with Naru and Mutsumi. These sessions were torture for Keitaro. Not just because of the revision work (although that was difficult enough), but mainly because of Mutsumi.
Keitaro could see that Mutsumi was all but offering herself to him on a plate. Every time she bent down to pick something up, or 'accidentally' brushed against him... she'd even told him that she wanted to be a bit more than just friends. Keitaro knew that it would take no effort at all to get the voluptuous Okinawan with her legs in the air and her panties on the floor.
However... he also knew that Mutsumi would be completely unable to keep her mouth shut about it. If he ever took her up on those blatant come-ons, he'd be in worse trouble than if he'd tried it on with Kitsune. Mutsumi would probably be broadcasting the news far and wide within an hour, and that would be the end of his opportunities here! He'd have to hold on, and wait... in the future, if his plans came off and he opened that Tokyo hostess club, then Mutsumi would doubtless come along with him - and by that point there'd be no reason to hold back.
Still, it was practically torture for Keitaro to have such luscious fruit dangled in front of his nose when he didn't dare touch it! Did she realise what she was doing? Probably not - she was such a ditz!
Eventually, the ache in Keitaro's groin became too much to bear. Sighing, he 'accidentally' managed to get his hand up Naru's skirt, more for the chance to leave the room than to cop a feel of her pert little rear end.
Keitaro went flying, again.
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Later that afternoon, Keitaro finally found the time to sit down at the computer again to work on his photographic manipulation. It took the best part of an hour, but he managed to get Haruka's head digitally transferred onto the body of a model who was apparently in a bathroom. It was rather convincing - if he said so himself - and after blurring it to make it look authentic and printing it out, he doubted anyone would be able to tell it was doctored without a fair amount of work. Haruka, of course, would know it to be fake immediately - but, if his luck held out, she'd never be seeing it! It would be good enough to fool Shirai, and that would be enough to keep him hooked, gain a packet of Yen, and provide a way to blackmail him if necessary.
Having completed his work, he quickly printed it off onto photographic paper and hid it away in the secret cupboard. As he did so, he glanced at the album most recently worked on - a set of locker-room pictures of Motoko, including the latest one he had sold to those drooling fanboys.
Keitaro hesitated, and then shrugged. Why not? He had a while yet before the evening meal.
He licked his lips, and grabbed the tissues.
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"Heyas, Naru! Take a lookie at this!" Kaolla shouted, excitedly.
The girls were sat in the common room, having just had a relatively uneventful dinner. Somehow Keitaro had managed to act a complete gentleman, and Naru had found herself wishing he would do something perverted, just so that she could enjoy the physical contact with him that was involved in delivering a Naru-punch. This odd thought worried her greatly, since she knew she could not possibly be attracted to him no matter how cute he may occasionally appear to be.
"I was playing with Keitaros earlier," explained Kaolla, happily, "and lost control of Mecha-tama five! It seemed to be something jamming my new control signals, and so I started a scanner running on the control frequencies, and found all sorts of goodies. See this!"
With that, Kaolla plugged a strange device bearing the three-eye symbol of Molmol into the TV set, and twiddled on some knobs. The screen then started to display a picture of the hotsprings.
"The hotsprings. Well, that is exciting," commented Naru, sarcastically. "We haven't seen that before now, have we?"
The screen then switched to show several other scenes in swift progression.
"Hey, that's my bedroom!" shouted Naru, suddenly. "Suu-chan, did you put a mecha-tama spying in my room?"
"Nope! I don't know where all these signals are coming from!" said the resident engineer. "They're from all over the place! I got to see where Motoko hides her notebook with her novel - now I've managed to read chapter six!"
"Ano... can you tell me where..." began Shinobu, quietly.
Motoko flushed in embarassment. "Kaolla-san! You should not invade people's privacy like that! That notebook is not for public perusal!"
"Um, Kaolla-chan," asked Shinobu, "can you... I mean... can you see into Keitaro's room? Just out of interest! Not that I want to spy on him or anything!" she waved her arms frantically, "But, maybe he's dressing? I mean, auuuuu! Not dressing! No, just, ano..." she dissolved into embarassed mumbling.
"Sorry Shinomu, but Keitaro's room's about the only place I cant seem to get a signal for." replied Kaolla. "I already thought about getting a good look at him in the buff, but no dice, sadly!"
"Anyway," interjected Kitsune, "Kaolla, what are those pictures coming from?"
"More to the point..." commented Naru, a worried expression on her face as she thought about the image of her bedroom, "... where are they going to, and just who is watching them?"
Authors Notes
Looks like the pervert is going to be in trouble shortly. How's he going to get out of this, then? And anyone know the address of his 'Hostess Club' in Tokyo in time for my next visit?