Chapter 29:
The paperwork involved in accepting both Mutsumi and Motoko was overwhelming to Keitaro. Even though Kanako had organized them in a manner which she felt the easiest for her big brother to read through, there were still many references to other documents that made things impossible to comprehend without multiple passes. The Imperial government, it seemed, decided that instead of having forms signed in triplicate, opted to just have clauses in multiple documents forming a rather confusing legal jigsaw puzzle. It took a better part of a few days in order to go through it properly.
Kanako's insistence that the work be done in the Annex didn't make the job easier. Her contention was that Keitaro needed to get familiar with doing work at the HeadMaster's quarters. It was going to be his primary place of work, after all. And one way or another, he was going to have to get used to being around a new naked girl…or three.
Mutsumi had taken to talking to all tenants to get an even better understanding of Motoko's mindset. Kaolla, in particular, was an extremely useful source of information as she provided video feeds of all of the Shinmei-Ryu warrior's incidents with Keitaro. All tenants were jovial to the scatter brained girl, not assuming anything unusual from her line of questioning. They had expected her to be curious about a missing tenant, after all. So each girl offered their observations and opinions unaware of the rather inventive mind processing each of their recollections of Motoko.
What was most intriguing was Mitsune's opinion of the troubled sword maiden. Although the resident slacker did not have any Molmolian technology at her disposal, she still managed to provide an accurate glimpse of what the troubled girl was going through during her last few days at the inn. The Okinawan girl was surprised to learn that not only was Motoko no longer able to perform her exotic sword techniques, but she was also unable to wield a sword at all. Mitsune had observed the Shinmei-Ryu warrior continually meditating for several days, and then trying to reach for her sword only to pull back as if the effort was causing her pain. This would require some looking into
Kaolla continued to assist Shinobu doing work around the inn whenever she wasn't keeping Keitaro company while he worked in the leatherworking shop in the Annex. The two young girls had gotten closer after sharing similar epiphanies in regards to the older tenants. What had first began as a comparative behavioral study of Motoko, Naru, and Mitsune, eventually became a lesson in 'what not to do' later in life. Seeing the narrow view the older girls had of the world made them realize the bigger picture, and the importance of keeping an open mind to anything that would contradict their initial beliefs. If a genius level Tokyo University student could make such a huge mistake regarding Keitaro, who's to say they wouldn't do the same?
Outside of speaking with Mutsumi, Naru and Mitsune generally kept themselves scarce except for mealtimes…and even then their appearance was rare. While there wasn't any outright animosity between the older and younger girls, both sides preferred to remain silent so as not to start any arguments.
Although Keitaro was unhappy over the tension at the dinner table, the young man was at a loss as to how to resolve it. He discussed the issue at length with Mutsumi and Kanako, both of whom agreed that it was really a matter the older girls needing to face reality. There was no way Shinobu and Kaolla would ever trust their opinions if they could not admit their own mistakes. It saddened the young man to remember happier times around the dining room table, aside from the occasional orbital launch. Even then, he still felt partially responsible as his passive nature merely enabled the older girls to develop such odd opinions of himself, and men in general. Part of him wondered if there was even a choice that would have been best for everyone involved.
As the last of the paperwork necessary to re-open the First Academy was getting handled, it came time for Keitaro to finally list the members of his staff and submit the documents giving them permission to utilize the Annex as per the Imperial Decree. This meant that he would need to get together with ALL his girls to get seals and signatures.
It was the first time he had to acknowledge that Mutsumi was actually one of his girls.
Prior to gathering in the Headmaster's quarters, Kanako and Kaolla escorted Mutsumi through the long picture filled hallway depicting slave girls in various forms of bondage and discipline. The Okinawan girl paid them no mind, except to stop in front of one particular painting and say that she had always wanted to try that. Kaolla laughed, as it was the same picture she admired during her first trip through the hallway. As the Okinawan girl and the Molmolian princess shared their opinions of how such a predicament could be both painful and pleasurable, the Goth girl merely smiled remembering both times Keitaro had subjected her to it.
Once they made it the receiving room, Mutsumi dutifully followed Kanako's instructions to store her clothes into one of the locking drawers in the wall. The Okinawan girl nonchalantly disrobed, not even hesitating to remover her underwear. Despite her training, the Goth girl could not help but feel jealous of the other girl's shapely form.
Sensing the eyes on her, Mutsumi just said softly, "While he may admire my body, his heart will always be yours…"
Kanako sighed, "I know, Mutsumi…but it's just a little difficult. When I was competing with Naru for big brother's affection a while back, I could not help but feel jealous of the lustful gazes he gave her when she wore that skimpy swimsuit."
"He was also younger back then. You can't keep thinking about his reactions to Naru when he was also a virgin and subject to the whims of his hormones." The Okinawan girl mused pleasantly.
"Yeah, big brother was kinda silly about girls back then," Kaolla offered giggling. "If he was as adjusted to seeing us naked back then like he is right now, he prolly woulda not gotten into half as much hot water when he kept getting tricked into walking into the hot springs."
Mutsumi giggled softly. "Very true. If he quickly turned around and walked out instead of standing there getting a nosebleed, I'm sure neither Naru nor Motoko would have ever noticed."
"I know! He was like that each time he saw our underwear too. Hey, didn't ya flash your panties at him at one time Mutsumi?" The princess asked jokingly.
"Oh my, yes! I do believe that did happen during a boating trip. Perhaps I shouldn't have worn such a short skirt back then."
Kanako smirked, "I think I heard about that. Thankfully, he doesn't gawk like that anymore. The older girls kept flashing their panties at him for a while…just to have an excuse to beat him for it. But now when either Kaolla or Shinobu do it, he just stares for a little bit then goes back to what he was doing."
"Giving him some fan service so he would claim you? I didn't know you were such a daring girl, Kaolla." Mutsumi teased the suddenly red faced princess.
"It wasn't like that!" The dark skinned girl exclaimed.
Mutsumi and Kanako just looked at each other, then gave her identical smirks.
"Okay, so it WAS exactly like that…but STILL…I finally grew up! I wanted to know if he liked my body, y'know?" Kaolla proclaimed guiltily.
Mutsumi laughed and said, "It's perfectly all right as long as you don't hate him for liking what he saw. We slave girls like to be appreciated after all."
"I just wish I knew how we could get him to openly 'appreciate' us more," The princess pouted
"I always preferred the naked lap dance approach, myself..." Kanako commented, feeling somewhat better about herself.
"No kidding, big sis. When I finally got my B cups, I woulda killed to sit on big brother's lap and rub his face against my chest." Kaolla admitted sheepishly.
"I'm sure he would still appreciate it, Kaolla." The Okinawan girl offered.
"I dunno. It's kinda embarrassing to be around your really big boobs, Mutsumi." The princess admitted as well.
"You aren't conscious about me being naked in front of your Master, are you?" The Okinawan asked seriously.
"Kinda. I always wanted a body like yours."
"And I've always wanted to have a Master like yours. At the end of the day, while he may appreciate the novelty of a new naked girl in his presence, only two of us girls will STILL be at the top of his heart."
"It's not like he couldn't claim you if he wished, Mutsumi." Kanako said frankly.
"Cousins. We have a blood relationship. Can't happen." Mutsumi said with a smile and shrug.
"So you can't have children. Doesn't mean you can't make him happy in other ways…"
"The same ways you can…"
"But we won't have your body…"
"And I'll never be First girl…or become the Regent's first retainer in over a hundred years…"
"Those are just titles…"
"Just titles? They were bestowed upon you by your Master...who you both should have more faith in…" Mutsumi said seriously.
"Despite our training, we are still human. And so is our big brother." Kanako argued.
"And I'm not perfect either." The scatter brained girl said with a sigh. "While I do not doubt that Keitaro would do anything for me, he does not regard me in his heart the way he does you two. We were all trained by the best to be excellent judges of character. Why are we even having this discussion when we all know deep inside exactly who his heart belongs to? It's been obvious from the day I got here and that has never wavered. I know you've both have seen it, and your Master is incapable of hiding it as he has never been trained how. He is what he is. A young man completely and utterly devoted to his two doubting little sisters!"
Kanako and Kaolla looked at each other guiltily.
After a while, the younger slave said finally, "Wish we could be as sure as you, Mutsumi."
"Have you ever been wrong in your judgment of a person, Kaolla?" The Okinawan girl asked.
"Well, yeah…the older girls kinda fooled me…and a while back I really thought big brother was as bad as they made him out to be…." The dark skinned girl admitted guiltily.
"When you actually used your trained skills, have you ever been wrong?" She corrected.
The princess thought for a moment and said, "Well…no…"
"Kanako?" Mutsumi asked impatiently.
"Never…that's why it always bothered me that Big Brother never trusted my opinion of the older tenants..." The Goth girl muttered.
"But he trusts you now explicitly, doesn't he?" The older girl asked.
"Yes…" Kanako admitted, sighing.
Mutsumi smiled warmly and said, "Then shouldn't you trust him too?"
All three slave girls stared at each other silently for a bit. Mutsumi retained her patient expression as the two sisters fidgeted.
Finally, Kaolla chuckled and said "Heh…Haruka was right. You ARE good!"
"I get that a lot…" Mutsumi said, winking slyly at Kanako.
"We can only hope that she uses her powers for good." The Goth girl replied with a smirk.
"I'd rather use my powers to make a special man feel good." The Okinawan girl said dreamily.
"You know he'd love it if you did." Kanako said, rolling her eyes.
"And you know he'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable with it…" Mutsumi remarked in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah, yeah…which means that he'd deny himself your awesome body if we felt the least bit threatened by you. We already know that's the reason he was trying to get out of doing what all other Regents did. He loves us THAT much. We get it. You win, Mutsumi. You get to have fun with him too…" Kanako said laughingly, shaking her head.
"So will you two please stop listening to the evil green monster sitting on your shoulder and just trust in what you see in him with both your brains AND your hearts?"
"Yes, yes. You've made your point." Kanako said smiling. The princess also nodded, with an equally apologetic smile.
The Okinawan girl clapped her hands in delight and said, "Good! I was starting to think I was never going to get Keitaro to fuck my tits and cum on my face…"
"MUTSUMI! Ohmigod!" Kaolla said, as she fell over in shocked laughter.
"Good grief, little sister…it's not like you haven't made similar lewd offers to him before." Kanako said, despite finding the Okinawan girl's language humorous herself.
"I know…but it's so awesome hearing HER say it!" The princess said, giggling as she pointed toward the scatter brained girl who was trying to look innocent.
"It's fun to say naughty things, sometimes. Keeps people wondering." Mutsumi said cheerfully.
As expected, Keitaro could hardly keep his eyes off Mutsumi when she entered the Headmaster's Quarters. The girl's body was indeed stunning, and given that she was also a trained slave girl, she knew exactly how to carry herself in order to be pleasing to the eyes. And even though Keitaro tried valiantly not to give her more than a short glance, it was just so difficult not to stare when she gracefully knelt and assumed the familiar submissive pose.
While the Okinawan girl enjoyed the young man's attention, her mind was still on the two self-conscious slave girls with her. She smiled warmly at the young man, and then tilted her head slightly toward the two sister slaves. Keitaro blinked for a moment and turned to see Kanako with her usual smirk and Kaolla with a very cute pout. Shutting his eyes a moment, he cursed inwardly realizing that he had failed to control himself as he had planned. He tried to stammer an apology, only to completely butcher the words miserably. Feeling like a complete fool, he just hung his head in shame.
"You shouldn't feel like that, big brother. We understand completely. Mutsumi has a very nice body after all," Kanako offered.
"I-I just…feel like I'm disrespecting you two somehow. And just after I had promised to be a better Master for you both…" Keitaro said guiltily.
"Being a better Master does not mean you stop being human, Keitaro." Mutsumi mused.
"Yeah…I mean…she is HOT," Kaolla giggled.
"And it's not like you haven't seen her naked before, big brother…" The Goth girl teased.
"But it's different! I mean…you two should know this. I mean, I had seen Kaolla naked several times because of my accidents in the Hot Springs. But when she presented herself to me for the first time in here…well…it was different. It wasn't me sneaking a peek or Kaolla flashing me. It was the very first time I could look at Kaolla and not feel like I was violating her somehow. While she offered herself to me willingly, it was also my right and privilege to ogle her as I pleased. I felt like I was connecting to her somehow by subjecting her to my gaze. I always feel that way when I look at you two girls…it's really hard to explain…"
Both Kaolla and Kanako were shocked to hear this admission from their big brother. While he was unable to explain how he felt, his emotions were plainly obvious in their eyes. They understood the connection he felt, because they felt the same whenever he gazed at them. It was just so surprising that he would actually admit it.
"But you don't feel that way when you look at me, Keitaro?" Mutsumi asked, pouting slightly…although her eyes twinkled teasingly.
The young man chuckled, "Not exactly, Mutsumi. I mean, I do like you. And yes, you have a very nice body and it's difficult to just not stare at you. But I feel like I'm violating you, and hurting my little sisters."
"And I would agree that you shouldn't hurt your little sisters," the Okinawan girl agreed, "but you also have to remember that we are all slave girls. We're supposed to be looked at. But how you feel while you look at us is up to you."
Keitaro eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Ummm…I'm not sure what you mean…" he said.
"Maybe you don't need to." Mutsumi said absently. "Perhaps I can explain it better through example. Would you let Kaolla kneel in front of you, please?" She asked.
The young man agreed, and watched as Kaolla crawled over in front of him and knelt. She looked up at him anxiously.
"Now, what do you think of Kaolla's body?" Asked the Okinawan girl.
Unsure what to say, Keitaro opted for blatant honesty. "Well, I love it. I mean, I like her slim curves and dark skin. It took me a while to realize it, but she's not a little girl. She's very exotic, sexy, and I'm glad to own her."
"And what do you think of her breasts? Take good look and tell me how you feel about them."
Keitaro shrugged, and then stared at his little sister's chest and said, "I love them. They're nice breasts, and I love the way they feel in my hands. And when I bite and tease her nipples, she makes the most awesome sounds and…Ummm, are you okay Kaolla?"
The princess had progressively blushed deeper and deeper as her big brother spoke of her body. While she never thought much of herself, she knew she could always rely on her Academy trained skills in order to please Keitaro and keep him happy with her. Her reliance on her skills wavered upon meeting Mutsumi, who not only had similar skills…but had a much more pleasing physique. However, hearing him say how much he loved her body, with such unquestionable sincerity, made her finally realize what Mutsumi was trying to show. They way he looked at Mutsumi was completely different from how he looked at her. There was something else behind it besides physical attraction, and it was there in spades.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine big brother. I'm just glad you like me…" She admitted, trying to disguise her self-conscious fears.
"I wouldn't have stared at you and your sister so much when we spent our evenings here if I didn't, little sister…" he joked.
"And speaking of little sisters, how about Kanako? What do you think of her body?" Mutsumi asked cheerfully.
"H-He doesn't have to…" Kanako started. She had already realized what the Okinawan girl was trying to prove. He did look at Mutsumi differently than he looked at her and Kaolla. While Keitaro stared at each of them with lustful appreciation, the gaze he held towards his sisters also had pride, desire, possessiveness, and love. There really was no question which slave in the room he held the highest regard for. To her amazement, his affection really WAS centered on her.
"What can I say? She's beautiful. I love looking at her..." The young man said, grinning. All three girls looked at his eyes and knew that he clearly meant it. He was truly an open book.
"P-Please big brother…you don't have to…" The Goth girl stammered. Somehow, the open honesty showed by her brother caused her to drop her usual mask. His words struck her were she was most vulnerable, feeding her need to be loved and wanted by the only man who would ever own her heart.
Mutsumi merely smiled, giving Keitaro an encouraging look while pointing to Kanako with her eyes. Somehow sensing his sister needing him, he complied. Surprising both his sisters, he smiled as he approached the uncharacteristically quiet Goth girl. She just looked back at him anxiously.
"In fact," Keitaro said as he wrapped his arms around Kanako possessively, "I think that I have the hottest slave girl the Academy every trained." He kissed the Goth girl's neck, just above her collar, and continued. "My little sister is just all kinds of sexy, and looking at her only makes me want every part of her hot little body more. In fact, let me show you what I love about her…"
The young man began to kiss and caress every part of Kanako's body as he described how much liked them. His words affected her emotionally and physically, exponentially increasing the sensuality of his actions. She had never felt such an erotic examination before. The poor girl could only shudder as he touched every part of her body…yet maddeningly avoided her sensitive parts. The way he kept his hands and lips away from her more intimate places was driving her crazy. And when he finally began to apply a few feather light touches along her breasts and nipples, she began to debate if turning around and pouncing on her brother was worth the risk of punishment.
Both Mutsumi and Kaolla watched Kanako's torment with much amusement and a slight touch of envy. While they would have loved to be the victim of Keitaro's examinations, they couldn't help but notice Kanako's struggle to control herself. The two girls were amazed at how long she was holding out and knew it was only a matter of time before she started begging.
With his hands tantalizingly caressing the insides of his sister's thighs, Keitaro offhandedly remarked. "Perhaps we should conclude our business quickly, Mutsumi. I have a feeling my First girl will need some attention soon."
"I would not object to you giving your First girl the attention she needs while we conducted our business, Regent Urashima." Mutsumi said in a teasing yet respectful tone.
Keitaro grinned and turned to his sister, regarding her pleading eyes lovingly.
"You know…I think that would be an excellent idea…"
