XXA : The Story of a Playgirl

by lrcangers2019

Haruka Tenou is just like any other female student in high school...sort of, she's popular, athletic, has a gender fluid style which transcends masculinity and femininity, and she's comfortable in her own skin, and most importantly, she loves the ladies. But there's something else about Haruka that that very few people know about, even she doesn't know.

4. Chapter 4

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Haruka placed the keys into her door and it swung open. She threw her keys onto the coffee table in the living room of the apartment before slouching down on the couch. Behind her, the woman who closed the door was an English aristocrat who came to Japan on business-a news conference one could say.

One by one, the short blonde kicked her heels off and allowed the straps on her elegant dark blue dress to slip on her shoulders. She took one ear ring out and kept the other one in. Her fingers then found their way into her hair where she ruffled up her look for a more relaxed appearance. Soon, the dark brunette with tan skin from the United Kingdom walked over to her, and sat on the couch. She too took her heels off and placed one leg underneath her hips.

The aristocrat's eyes wondered around the spacious apartment and eventually curiosity over took her. She got up, and began to explore Haruka's residence as Haruka watched the black screen on her TV. It didn't take long for the brunette to wind up in the kitchen.

"What are all these envelopes?" She asked, her accent becoming more clearer. Haruka couldn't help but give it a little giggle. "They're all from the same place. You ought to open them."

Haruka got up from the couch, and walked over to the slender woman and wrapped her arms around the slim waist. "You ought to focus on something else." The woman giggled as Haruka ran her lips along her neck. She took the woman by the hand and led her into a night of bliss and pleasure.

The next morning, the aristocrat was gone because of a flight she needed to take back to Manchester. That was fine; it was a weekend, and Haruka had to make a phone call anyway.

She walked to the kitchen and spread the envelopes apart. They all were addressed to her, all from the same person, and they were summoning her to court. While the aristocrat slept last night, Haruka had dipped out to call her parents, something she should have done a week ago when she received the first manila envelope. Either way, Haruka picked up her cell phone and made her first call.

Ring, ring, ring! The line picked up, a deep yet soft voice answered. "Hello Ms. Tenoh, how are you?"

"Confused." Haruka answered her lawyer, Doukara.

He laughed on the other side and took a deep breath. "Just come to the clinic so we can take a DNA test. Once we get the results, all will be fine."

Haruka paused. "My parents already know the results."

"When you were a baby, yes, but things could have changed since then...the mutation could have...left, we won't know until we get the results back. Until then...", he said, "sustain from sex." She hung up the phone, and pulled out a chair from her kitchen table. One woman, two women, three women, four women-how many women had she had sex with? How many would be affected by the outcome? She sighed and laid back in her chair, looked up at her white ceiling. "Fuuuccckkkk...", she whispered.