'Whoa!'
Feeling strangely warm as the sun peeks in after sleeping peacefully, Keitaro opens his eyes.
'Whoa,' he thinks, as it is very bright outside.
Blinking a few times to adjust them to the incoming light, something then occurs to him.
Seeing the bare outline of Kitsune's uncovered shoulder sends him into a slight panic. Even without his glasses, he can clearly see the ash-blonde hair of the Fox as she faces the other way.
Nodding at the sight, at least if he is going to die, he can take a good memory with him.
Moving slightly, Kitsune then rolls over and faces him with her eyes still closed.
Although badly near-sighted, he can see that she has nothing on as the sheet slides off her body.
"Whoa," he hisses barely above a whisper.
Opening her eyes suddenly, she smiles at him and says, "Ohaiyo, stud. I cannot believe how many times you took me last night. It was wonderful."
Kitsune then leans in to kiss his lips.
"Whoa," he says astonished by her action.
"And her…," says Kitsune smiling and looking past him.
Slowly rolling over, he sees a brightly beaming Motoko propped up on her left elbow with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"Ohaiyo gozaimasu, my Keitaro-sama," she says in a loud voice.
Hearing this, he nearly has a heart attack when she grabs his face and pulls him in for a big French kiss.
"WHOA," he mumbles through the kiss as Kitsune laughs behind him.
The end