Chapter 55:
There were very few women who had the composure, confidence, and capabilities of an Academy trained slave girl. Fewer still could even compare to one that was Lifetrained.
A Lifetrained slave girl was brought up to be the perfect companion. She was to be well educated, worldly, and talented in order to be the best asset to have at a powerful man's side. She would be the envy of every other woman in the room, and coveted by every other man in her vicinity. She was also intended to exude a sophisticated level of sexuality. Such a girl would never be vulgar in public, yet still convey the impression that she would perform whatever pleased her owner at a level of skill that would surpass those in the adult entertainment industry.
One would have assumed that the Academy would try to train slave girls to perform like porn stars. However, this was not the case. While sex acts in adult videos were graphic in nature, they were only intended to provide visual stimulus. Truth be told, neither participant actually experienced much pleasure from the performance outside of what could be derived from tactile contact. As long as it looked like the performers looked like they were having fun, it was sufficient enough for the intended audience.
Thankfully, the Academy demanded more from its students. Slave girls were taught to not only to perform in a manner that would be an erotic feast for their Master's eyes, but they were also trained to ensure the he experienced great pleasure as well. The Academy gathered data from various sources including the high-class "companions" of Monte Carlo, to the ancient sexual arts taught in the Kama Sutra. Much of the developed curriculum consisted not only of exercises to prefect their technique, but also an excellent education in anatomy and the pleasure centers of the human body. It fell in line with the standard training a slave girl received in interpreting emotion through the evaluation of human nuances and reactions to various forms of stimulus. The intent was to develop a method of pleasing a man by knowing what he wanted before he even thought of it. In this manner, an Academy trained slave girl was considered to be a sexual genius in the bedroom. And rightfully so.
No other slave girl in the Annex could perform better than Kanako. While one could argue that she had the advantage of knowing Keitaro from such a young age and thus knew exactly what he wanted physically, one also had to agree that the Urashima siblings did not actively engage in regular sexual activity until the last couple of years or so. Even then, it wasn't consistent enough to form any foundation upon which the Goth girl could utilize to her advantage.
Mutsumi said it best that the Lifetrained slave girl was head and shoulders above the rest in terms of talent and skill strictly on her own merit. On occasion, the Okinawan trainer would request a demonstration of a specific sexual act from the First Girl. When Keitaro allowed it, Kanako would indulge them with such an erotic display of skill that even the VERY heterosexual Heir of the Shinmei-Ryu would be so aroused that she wondered if she had bi-curious tendencies. Such was the skill of a Lifetrained slave girl.
However, there was still one skill that Kanako could never perfect. Through no fault of her own, she just did not have the means to give provide this service to her beloved brother. It didn't stop her from wishing she could though…
"You need to squeeze them inwards, Motoko. It's not just about making him feel your breasts, you need to put your entire body into it," Mutsumi lectured.
The Okinawan was currently instructing her student in the fine art of 'paizuri'. It was one of the very few times Kanako and Kaolla actually felt slightly jealous of their well endowed slave sisters.
Motoko had Keitaro's manhood between her breasts and was earnestly moving it in and out in order to pleasure her beloved Regent. For his part, the young man could just stare in amazement at the sword maiden's erotic display. He would have been perfectly happy just keeping himself nestled in her warm bosom. However, Academy standards needed to be upheld…
"Remember that his cock is more sensitive in the undersides and around the crown. Use this knowledge to make sure that some part of you is rubbing against these places as you let him fuck your tits. Just using your breasts isn't enough. Be sure to rub him against your chest as well." The Okinawan stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Yes, Mistress," Motoko answered in a somewhat breathless voice. She had been delighted to learn what today's subject matter would be and threw herself completely into it. The other slave girls giggled, wondering which of the two was more turned on by the activity. The sword maiden's painfully erect nipples sticking out from between her fingers and the obvious glistening folds between her legs clearly indicated her level of arousal. The look of ecstasy on the face of their beloved Regent showed he was not too far behind.
"Since our beloved Regent is well endowed, you may also consider pleasing him orally as well. Slide him into your mouth with a slow down stroke. Be sure to meet his cock with your tongue as it slides in. And as always, compress your lips so that you get suction as he slides out. A little drool will also add to the lubrication and make it even more pleasurable for him," the trainer instructed.
"Mmmhmm,"said the sword maiden in an acknowledging tone as she took Keitaro into her mouth. She mewed happily when her tongue tasted her Master's pre-cum, an indication that her work was indeed giving pleasure to the man she loved. Recalling her lessons in fellatio, she took more of him into her mouth and began to suck on him earnestly. She was getting more and more into it until she squealed loudly at the sting of a bamboo rod on her bare bottom.
"Now, now, Motoko…I'm teaching you how to give a tit-fuck, not a blowjob. I'm sure the temptation is great but that's not what today's exercise is about. Giving him a bit of oral pleasing is fine occasionally, but don't get deep into it unless he orders you to. How about looking up at him and see he much he's enjoying what you're doing?" Mutsumi suggested.
Kanako and Kaolla snickered. It was plainly obvious how their big brother was enjoying it. His face was a mixture of surprise and lust, and from the way his body had been shivering it appeared he was getting close to orgasm.
Motoko reluctantly released her Master's cock and looked up to see him nearly lost in erotic pleasure. Keeping a steady pace with her breasts, she looked into his eyes. She tried to convey her feelings of love for him, and hoped that he could clearly see her desire for him to climax on her chest. With each thrust, she could feel his cock growing harder and harder. She could tell he was really close, perhaps she just needed to give him a little push…
"If you sense that he's ready to cum, Motoko, you may please him orally in order to push him over. Just remember, this is about giving him pleasure using your breasts If he happens to shoot into your mouth, you may catch as much of it as you can but for the most part you should let him cover your chest with it. Keep moving him in and out of your breasts until he's done spending," Mutsumi ordered.
The sword maiden nodded and once again took her beloved Regent's cock into her mouth. She sucked his cock skillfully, making sure to keep her lips and tongue tight. Within moments, she felt him explode, filling her mouth with his seed. Obediently, she released his cock and continued pumping it between her breasts. She looked up at him with a pleased look on her face, and opened her mouth to proudly display the seed she caught. As it oozed out of her mouth and down her lips, Keitaro was overwhelmed by the erotic display and spurted his seed generously all over her chest, neck, and chin.
As her beloved Regent's orgasm ebbed, she smiled, pleased that she was able to give him such pleasure in this manner. She had fantasized doing this act for him many times before, and she loved that it was even better than she had imagined. This method of giving pleasure was something she had tried to write about in her stories, but they always lacked a special element to make it an erotic masterpiece. Now that she had experienced it firsthand, she would have to make corrections to the stories she wrote. And maybe even make sure that the 'hapless maiden' performed it for her 'captor' more often. Her musings were interrupted by the sound of Mutsumi's voice.
"Very good, Motoko. You may now clean up. Remember to do it the way I taught you," her trainer ordered.
As instructed, Motoko looked up at her beloved Regent and theatrically swallowed the seed still remaining in her mouth. With a soft smile, she kept her eyes locked onto his and said, "Thank you for your cum, Master. I shall clean you now."
The trainee slowly released the young man's cock from her breasts and slid it completely into her mouth. Her hands remained on her chest, keeping her breasts pushed together in order to let his seed collect in that valley between them while her mouth worked on sucking off the remaining cum off his manhood. Once clean, she released his cock from her mouth and backed up slightly to ensure that none of his seed dripped on his clothing. Straightening up, she let her breasts droop slightly to let the seed flow down to her cupped hands under her breasts. Keeping an eye on her Master, she began to lick her hands greedily, and then pushed her breasts up so that she could lick the remaining seed from them wherever she could reach. The erotic process continued until Motoko finally gathered the cum on her neck and chin into her fingers, and sucked it off diligently.
"Excellent! I would give her high marks for that. Would you not agree, my Regent?" Mutsumi asked.
Keitaro could only nod. His eyes were bugging out the entire time Motoko was cleaning herself. While she had performed similar acts in the past, something about watching her right now astounded him beyond words.
Kaolla laughed. "I think she short circuited his brain, Mutsumi…" Indeed, her big brother just kept staring at the sword maiden in aroused bewilderment. Motoko was eating it up…in more ways than one…
"Yes, I think I'd have to agree. That was a fine performance, Motoko," Kanako complimented.
"T-Thank you, First girl. I am honored," the sword maiden said bashfully, pleased that she impressed the Lifetrained slave.
The Goth girl grinned. "Any time you can draw THAT look from big brother, you know you did a great job. He doesn't usually look like that unless you completely blew his mind," she said teasingly as she pointed to the still stunned Regent leaning back on the couch. The dazed smile he had was almost comical.
"Amazing…" Keitaro finally uttered. "That was…amazing…"
"I'm glad you think so, my Regent. Does my student pass her evaluation?" Mutsumi asked jovially.
"With flying colors. You were very good, Motoko," the young man said in a happily exhausted voice. He nodded at the sword maiden approvingly as he recomposed his trousers around himself.
"Thank you. I-It is the least I could do for you, Regent Urashima," Motoko said emotionally.
"Hey now, stop that, Motoko," Kaolla scolded jokingly. "Big brother already forgave you and stuff. You guys get together on a regular basis now."
"I know. But still, it just makes me so happy to bring him pleasure that sometimes it overwhelms me..."
Kanako chuckled. "I can understand that. Why do you think Kaolla and I enjoyed being used by him? While the sex is amazing, the feeling that we gave him pleasure is just as rewarding..."
"Meh…I just like it when he fucks me nice an' hard…" Kaolla leered, waggling her eyebrows teasingly at her big brother.
Laughter filled the room. "Kaolla! Such language!" Mutsumi scolded jokingly.
"Oh, I'm sorry…maybe big brother should put something in my mouth to keep me quiet …" the dark skinned girl said suggestively. Of all the slave girls, she seemed to enjoy the act of giving fellatio the most.
Kanako snorted. "That is not a wise thing to suggest to a man who has a rack full of gags, little sister…"
Realizing her error, she grinned "Oh yeah…umm…hehe…" the princess said nervously.
Keitaro merely laughed and said. "Don't worry, Kaolla. As much as I enjoy making you wear gags, I need your mouth free at the moment…"
"Oh?" Kaolla responded eagerly, much to the amusement of the other slave girls.
"No, no…not for THAT!" the young man assured. "There's actually something I've been meaning to talk to you about. All of you, actually…"
Suddenly, the entire room got quiet. They had been waiting for this.
"Is this regarding what has been bothering you for a while, my Regent?" Mutsumi asked after a bit of silence.
Keitaro sighed and nodded. "Yes, and I'm sorry to have kept this from all of you. After mulling this over on my own for a while, Haruka reminded me of something. Being your Master has been a huge responsibility and I've driven myself to keep you all protected and safe. The problem is that my focus on being a good Regent made me forget that you all were all pretty formidable in your own right prior to being claimed. You are all very strong, intelligent, and gifted girls capable of handling anything the Academy and I can throw at you. I've realized that I've probably been really stupid not sharing this with you so I figured I should correct that mistake now."
"Not stupid, big brother. You just care for us. We cannot fault you for that," Kanako said soothingly.
"Yeah. We figured you got good reason. Didn't stop us from being worried about ya, though," Kaolla added.
The young man nodded once more. "I know, I know…but that was a mistake. As much as I want to protect you all, I also forgot that the Academy didn't put all of you through such a rigorous training regimen just to be fragile and clueless. Every graduate eventually became an integral part of their owner's life in many aspects due in large part to the training they received. You all learned a lot of really useful skills, not just the ones that are handy in the bedroom. I think it's about time I took advantage of that… "
"We certainly enjoy being taken advantage of, my Regent," the Okinawan girl said cheerfully, drawing a couple of acknowledging grins.
Keitaro grinned a bit. "Well, unfortunately some of the things I need from you may not be as fun, Mutsumi…"
"Have we ever complained big brother?" The Goth girl asked.
"We are yours to command, Regent Urashima. Tell us how we can help you," Motoko said earnestly.
The young man smiled warmly at the collective nod around the room. While he did not possess the skills to read people as well as his girls did, their desire to assist him was unmistakable. He should have thought of this sooner. It was foolish of him to think he was alone. Kanako was already working as his aide in the Urashima group. The girls were already considered his staff. Why in the world did he not get them involved in the first place? After all, they were all affected by this. Should they not have a fighting chance to retain what they held dear?
"All right. It seems that some people at the Imperial Archive are getting involved in some rather questionable things…" he began.
Every slave girl listened in rapt attention as Keitaro began to report what he had learned about Naru, the Academy, his Regency, and a possible conspiracy between the Kingdom of Molmol and the Imperial Archive.
"All right. So where the fuck is he, Shinobu?" said a somewhat irritated Mitsune as she entered the kitchen.
Taken aback, the young chef blinked curiously at the resident slacker wondering what brought about her bad mood. "Who are you asking about, Mitsune?" she asked in puzzlement.
"Keitaro, who else? Ah got something ah gotta ask him about," the freelance writer said impatiently.
"I think he's still in the Annex. They're all in there, and they probably won't be out until dinner or so," Shinobu answered. What in the world was going on?
The older girl cursed. "Is there any way to reach him in case of emergencies? Ah really need to talk to him."
"Umm…I can usually reach him pretty fast by calling Kanako's cell phone. Otherwise, I just call him on his business line in the Annex."
"He's got a business line in there? Wait…right…of course he's got a business line in there. He's only the effin' Urashima Heir after all. Probably got a full office in there. You got that number handy?" Mitsune asked.
Shinobu hesitated a moment. "What's this about, Mitsune?"
"Ain't none o' yer business, sugah" the freelance writer evaded.
Frowning, the younger girl stated, "Anybody going after Sempai *is* my business, Mitsune. I'm not letting you girls be mean to him anymore."
"You actually gonna protect that lying sack o' shit that's hidin' in there?" Mitsune argued.
"Lying? Sempai has never lied about anything to us!" the resident housekeeper defended.
"Are you kidding? You already forget how we met the guy in the first place? About him being a Tokyo University student?" The slacker scoffed.
"That wasn't lying! It was a misunderstanding! We all made assumptions and he never got to explain. We've already gone through this before, Mistune. Why are you bringing this up all over again?" Shinobu said exasperatedly.
"Figure'd you'd protect him," the slacker said disgustedly. "Well, this time there ain't no misunderstanding. He blatantly lied ta' me about his relationship with y'all. An' ah'm pretty pissed right now that he didn't tell me about him and this special 'school' he's runnin'"
"We didn't lie. We just didn't tell you everything. And how did you know about the school?" Shinobu asked in shock.
"Ah got mah sources, sugah. Ah found out about it an' ah'm not happy about what y'all left out," Mitsune spat out.
"We did that to protect you! You're not supposed to know!" the young chef argued.
"Then how come he told everyone else but me!"
"Because he couldn't! There had to be special circumstances for him to tell us in the first place. He can't just tell everyone because of some real old law!"
"That's bullshit! Damn near everyone else knows but me. That fuckin' hurts, Shinobu!"
"We didn't keep it from you to hurt you, Mitsune. Like I said, we were protecting you!"
"Ah don't wanna be protected by people who're lyin' to me. Ah wanna be aroun' people ah can trust…"
"Trust? Are you even listening to yourself? Considering all the things you've done to Keitaro in the past, you have the nerve to demand something like that? He may have forgiven you, but he doesn't know how much he can trust you. This is something really big, and it's really important not just to Keitaro but his family as well. You actually think he'd share something like this after you've swindled him so many times!" Shinobu retorted angrily.
"That was just stupid petty stuff…" Mitsune defended.
"Stupid petty stuff that you carried on for years and never apologized for until just recently! Give me a break, Mitsune. You constantly went after him because he was gullible and trusting. He let it pass because he didn't want to get you in trouble. But it's not just him anymore. Now he's got a bunch of people to take care of, including a couple of people who probably don't even deserve it. You actually blame him for hiding something from you that could jeopardize everybody?" The younger girl said bitterly.
"So is that why he told YOU, then? Cause you ain't never fucked with him?" The resident slacker said irritably.
"He wouldn't tell me either! I knew something was going on but he wouldn't tell me. Despite how much he trusted me, he was bound by some old laws that would have punished both him AND me if he told me. But I was stupid and I used guilt to make him tell me. And since he cared about me so much, he went through a bunch of legal stuff to hire me as an employee so that he COULD tell me. I have a contract and everything! And all of this was done at great risk to him! I felt awful! I didn't know he'd have to go that far! If I had known how much trouble I could have put him in, I wouldn't have asked him in the first place!"
Mistune blinked. Given that the young chef had caused Keitaro the least amount of trouble, she figured the young girl would have been the first to know. "So, he hired you…so he could tell you?" she asked warily.
"Yeah. It was the only way. I had to be on the books as an employee. And not only did he hire me, he even got me medical insurance, help with tuition, and legal assistance so that I would get taken care of in case something DID go wrong. All of that just to share that damned secret you're so angry about! I'm not anyone special, Mitsune. I didn't think I deserved any of this but he did it anyway…just for me. What makes you think YOU deserve it?" The younger girl asked angrily.
"Ah have a right to know what goes on in mah home!" Mitsune argued.
"This is Sempai's home! He's nice enough to let us live here even though we've been awful to him! Telling you this secret would have put an end to all of that. Are you saying that your need to know is more important than everyone else having a place to live?" Shinobu asked pointedly.
Mitsune thought a moment, and then turned away angrily. "Everyone else knew but me. It still ain't right…" she muttered.
"Is that what you're REALLY upset about? Because everyone else knew but you?" The younger girl asked disbelievingly.
"It ain't just that. Ah still say he lied ta me. That just ain't right…" Mistune tried to reason. She was still mulling over Shinobu's words. Given what she had done in the past, did she really deserve to know such an important secret?
Shinobu sighed and said, "Everyone else is like me. They all have special circumstances for knowing. It's all pretty complicated so I don't know all the details. Keitaro takes a big risk with every person who knows that isn't a member of the Urashima family…"
"Then why the hell did he tell Naru about this, then?" The slacker asked bitterly.
The younger girl blinked for a moment then asked, "Naru knows? That's weird. She's not supposed to know. When she and Amalla tried to corner me in the kitchen that night, Sempai got all mad at them and told them to knock it off. I know he didn't tell her anything, and they haven't seen each other since. I doubt any of the other girls told her either. I don't know how Naru found out, but I doubt it was from Keitaro."
After Mistune thought it over, Shinobu's statement made sense. Keitaro had been avoiding them, and he and Naru were hardly on speaking terms. It would be really stupid for the young man to share such sensitive information to someone out to get him. So how DID she find out?
Shinobu piped up, "And if Naru does know, then she could get in trouble. I hope she doesn't blab it to someone else and get them in trouble too…"
"Well…she was the one that told me," Mitsune admitted.
The young chef looked at her worriedly and said, "That's not good. I remember the paperwork I signed when Sempai hired me and it was pretty specific about NOT sharing this information. There were a lot of references to some old laws and it was real clear that talking about this to the wrong people was a very bad idea. Not only was it illegal to tell someone else, but it was also illegal for you to know about it if you weren't allowed to find out."
Mitsune rubbed her forehead in disgust. She knew about such laws. Imperial Japan had a lot of specific decrees involving sensitive information pertaining to secrets of the state. It really didn't matter if you intended to find out or not, knowledge of such secrets was a liability which would prompt a swift response from the government. It wasn't fair, but that's just how it worked. It was one of the things you had to watch out for if you were a journalist in modern Japan.
"Let me give Sempai a call. Maybe he can think of something to help you," Shinobu said as she started rummaging around the kitchen counter
The resident slacker sat on a chair and covered her face in disgust. "Ah swear to god…every time ah listen to Naru, things go to shit. When will ah ever learn…" she mumbled in irritation.
As Shinobu dialed Keitaro's number, she said, "Don't feel bad, Mitsune. It took me and Kaolla a few years to figure that out ourselves..."
