The Five Stories Of Standard Carrier Shoukaku

The Introduction: Part 5 (Final)

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Of all the human foods Shoukaku had ever sampled, none stood out more than the nattou bean. The strange, slimy texture of the beans remained in her mouth long after the beans themselves were swallowed, and at the end of the day she had to agree with Zuikaku and an incredulous Akagi that nattou beans were an acquired taste.

When salty, bitter, and sticky semen was ejaculated into her mouth for the sixth or seventh time tonight, Shoukaku was swearing to herself she would never touch the beans again. Coughing, but keeping her lips closed, she fought the urge to projectile-vomit and reluctantly swallowed the still-warm essence of Miyamoto, getting a nod of approval from him. The first time he had made her fellate him, she had spat out his load, earning a rebuke from him and a 're-education.' Simply put, Miyamoto had jammed his penis back into her mouth and held her down until she finally swallowed the disgusting emission.

With a satisfied groan, the naked man extracted himself from Shoukaku's mouth and waddled off to take a seat next to where Teiichi was slouching half-dressed. The alcohol had long since worn off, but as Shoukaku flopped back onto the messy sheets, a glance at the clock told her why she felt so tired - it was approximately three in the morning. She really wanted a nice, hot bath, but the hot water might be out. At least she wanted a drink of water. Preferably cold. Even if it made her teeth ache, she just wanted to rid herself of the sticky sensation in her throat that never seemed to go away.

"That is a fine mouth-pussy on her, I must admit." Lounging in a chair and smoking, Miyamoto grinned and offered Admiral Teiichi a cigarette. "A smoke, sir?"

"There's no need to call me 'sir' after hours, Miyamoto," Teiichi groaned, "And this headache is killing me. Thanks, but no thanks." The other man merely chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Aren't young men like you supposed to have more energy? How many times did you go at it? Interesting that you didn't go for round two again," he gestured at Shoukaku.

"Well, you guys were pulling me towards the other girls too..." Teiichi said. "Really, it was probably more like you guys got a kick out of me knocking up everyone else. Speaking of which," he glanced at Shoukaku's prone form, "Is she okay? She looks out of it."

Miyamoto laughed heartily. "Ah, don't worry about that, sir. Everyone here knows the Bro Code, y'know? We kept our hands off her. Mostly."

"Bro.. Code?" Teiichi asked. Miyamoto said nothing in reply, but merely winked at him and took another puff. When neither of them had spoken for awhile, Shoukaku quietly lifted up her head and looked around.

The suite was quiet. From the mess of clothing around, she recognised Fubuki's orange kimono. Mercifully, the only other bedroom in the suite, where she should have ended up in, was silent. Shimakaze, on the other hand, didn't have it as lucky as her. Semen was visibly dripping out of her vagina, and yet more of the substance was on her face and hair. The poor girl had no reaction to her state, instead blankly staring up at the ceiling. Even as Shoukaku watched in morbid fascination, the trail from her sex continued to ooze and congeal on the carpeted floor.

"I'm going out," Miyamoto announced to nobody in particular, "Have a good night, Admiral." He snatched a random cap off the floor as he strode out, and seconds later the door slammed shut. For his part, Teiichi seemed to have passed out on the thick armchair, his bare chest rising and falling steadily.

In the early hours of the morning, surrounded by sleeping men, knocked-out shipgirls, and breathing the scents of sweat, sex, and smoke, it was a surreal moment for Shoukaku. Only the ache in her nether region reminded her that she wasn't just at an orgy, she had been in it. Would anyone see her if she left early to go home? Her heartbeat quickened.

"My clothes, where are my clothes?" she whispered to herself. After a moment's search, she found them wrapped up in the discarded blanket, a little wrinkled but mercifully clean of male stink. A cursory sniff assured her it was unspoiled. Putting it on the best she could, she couldn't find her shoes in the mess, but a cupboard had thin, canvas slippers inside. Those would have to do. She took them out and closed the cupboard door-

Knock knock.

Her heart leapt into her mouth. Wasn't Miyamoto gone for the night? Had he forgotten to take something? Shoukaku frantically looked around, searching for a place to hide, when the knob turned and the door opened to reveal Seiji.

"…"

"…Are you okay?" Seiji spoke first.

Shoukaku stared at him with an incredulous expression. Coughing into his hand, Seiji continued: "It's getting really late, so I thought I'd come in and see if things were okay. And, uh… Well, I mean I wanted to see if you were okay, I guess?"

If she was okay? Shoukaku had just been violated by more men than she probably had guns! When she didn't reply, Seiji's gaze dropped to her dress, and he said:

"You look… Well, you're beautiful tonight, but frankly, you look like shit."

Shoukaku burst into giggles. The frank remark, Seiji's deadpan expression, and the tumultuous events of this night were too much for her to handle, and if only to relieve her stress. "Admiral, please," she said, "That's all you came to say?"

Seiji tried to smile, but it looked strange and his expression didn't match his eyes. As Shoukaku leaned closer to him, he held up a hand - not in invitation, but in warning. Palm facing her, Seiji turned away to hide his expression with his other hand. Shoukaku saw it was bandaged, and crudely so.

"Shoukaku…" he said in a low voice. "I'm… I came to say…"

"What is it?" she stepped closer to hear him.

"…I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

His tone changed dramatically and quietened to a whisper. Brushing his hand aside, Shoukaku reached out to touch his shoulder. "Seiji, I don't know what you're thinking, but tonight is nothing you could have done anything about…"

"That's not it," he said, "That's not it at all. I saw you earlier, and… I saw you, and I realised…"

Seiji took hold of Shoukaku's hands, and got on his knees, both of them. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," he cried, "Even though what I did that day is nothing compared to this, I… What I did is wrong, and I never apologised. I'm sorry, Shoukaku!"

"Admiral, stand up!" Shoukaku said, "You don't need to do this! I should be apologising, really, I drank too much tonight and-"

"Alcohol is not the reason," Seiji retorted, "And don't call me 'Admiral' right now. They all wanted to fuck you from the start, and I did nothing to stop it. I'm sorry I didn't do anything."

Shoukaku tugged at his hands, pulling him to his feet. "Admir- Seiji, I'm telling you, this is not necessary!"

"Maybe you're right, Shoukaku," Seiji said, "But I know what's necessary: I have to apologise for my wrongdoing. So Shoukaku, do you accept my apology?"

Something about the seriousness of his request made Shoukaku want to roll her eyes and laugh at the same time. She did neither - instead, she turned Seiji's hands over, releasing her arms from his grasp, and pulled him into a gentle hug. "That's the Admiral I know better," she murmured. "You are forgiven."

Seiji breathed a sigh of relief. "I just hope I wasn't too late," he said, "But it looks like a good time to ask: shall I take you home, Miss Shoukaku? Shoukaku?"

She wasn't letting go of him. Seiji coughed pointedly and tapped her on the back. "You were never this clingy before. What gives?"

"Let me hold you," She said earnestly, "You smell better than the… Them."

Seiji was going to comment on that, but held his tongue and instead embraced Shoukaku. Despite the lingering smoke and sweat on her, she still smelled familiar and soft, in ways that Seiji couldn't describe properly and didn't want to. Despite how many men must have had their way with her, Shoukaku still smelled like herself-

"Ah!"

And then they stumbled. The late hour of the night, plus the fatigue of driving back and forth between the hotel and the dorms, was too much for Seiji to bear. The couple lost their balance, and fell heavily onto the floor with a loud 'Thump!'

"Seiji! Are you okay?" Shoukaku rubbed her forehead where she had bumped it, and looked at Seiji. Massaging the back of his head with his free hand, he groaned heavily and brushed her hands aside. "I'll be fine, it's just…"

"What happened to your hand?" Shoukaku examined the crude, bloodstained bandage he had wrapped around it. "I cut it by accident," he lied, but tellingly he looked away when she glared at him.

"Okay, okay!" he confessed. "I broke my glass of water earlier. I cleaned it up already, but…"

Shoukaku shook her head. "I thought I heard something break earlier. Were you watching us?" The slow flush in Seiji's cheeks as good as admitted his guilt. "That's no good, Seiji," she mused, "Coming up would only have hurt you." Untying the hairband she wore, she fashioned a dressing around the cut, which while small, was quite deep and evidently was still bleeding inside. "That's better," she appraised her work, "At least I remember something-"

"Shoukaku," Seiji gasped, "You're… You're so beautiful."

It was not just the fact that Shoukaku was still sitting on him that was making him breathless. Never could he recall Shoukaku with her hair down like this. It gleamed pure white in the dim lighting of the room, and momentarily Seiji could have believed that she was an angel given human form.

Noticing his awed expression, Shoukaku blushed, but held her gaze steady. From below her, a strangely familiar sensation could be felt. Her stomach twisted once she realised what it was - Seiji was becoming hard from her position atop him.

He caught onto it at the same time. "Ah- I'm sorry! I just… Gah, I can't help it," he said.

"Seiji, I…" Shoukaku trailed off. Her heartbeat fluttered, the butterflies were back. A daring idea had taken hold of her head, and even as she tried to think about the possible negative outcomes, she was already excited just thinking about it.

Would it still hurt if she did it with someone she knew much better than some random human officer? "Seiji… Would you, um…" She looked away shyly, "Would you like to try… Try having sex with me?"

"Oh." Seiji blinked wide-eyed as if unsure of what he had heard. Did she just kill the mood? "It's okay if you don't want to!" she quickly said, "I just was wondering if… I was wondering if…"

"If? Shoukaku, in all honesty, I think…" Seiji paused to gather his thoughts. "I think there isn't a man who would refuse you if you asked."

"Is that so?" Shoukaku smiled coyly. Sitting up so that he could see her better, Seiji leaned in closer to Shoukaku. Her breathing was warm and heavy on his face. He knew somehow that there would be only one way this could end. A distant corner of his mind screamed warnings, but he threw caution to the wind. Seiji might never get another invitation like this.

"What are you going to do, Seiji?" Shoukaku whispered. Her face was flushed, her scent so strong and intense, it was driving him crazy. He was crazy - crazy for her.

"I will take care of you." He said, and closed the gap between their lips. Startled, Shoukaku grabbed his shoulders, but she quickly relaxed into the kiss. Moments later, their tongues were duelling in a win-win battle, neither side willing to give in first for air.

"Oh!"

Shoukaku gasped first. Taking it as his cue, Seiji lowered Shoukaku to the floor - gratefully, it was a dry patch of carpet. Still kissing, he struggled to remove his belt and pants one-handed, until her slim hands made short work of the buckle and let him slip out, taking his underwear along with it. One by one, clothes were undone until Shoukaku and Seiji were bareback, and he was ready to penetrate her. "Shoukaku, shall I?" he said.

To which, she responded by crossing her legs and locking them behind him. "Don't keep me waiting- ah!"

"It's so much different!" Shoukaku thought, "Why does it feel… Wholesome?"

Maybe it was Seiji's lips on hers. Perhaps it was his hands behind her head, lifting her up comfortably. Possibly even Shoukaku herself could be making a difference, because whenever Seiji thrust in, it hardly felt like he was scraping her out, but being guided smoothly in. And with every thrust came a little fizzle of… Of pleasant feelings, enough to make Shoukaku tighten her hold onto him, barely holding back rhythmic moans.

"Shoukaku, I- I need to tell the truth," Seiji panted between thrusts, "Maybe it's not the best time, but- But I'm sure of it!"

"What?" She said. On the edge of delirium, she had to hold onto his shoulders to steady herself from the back-and-forth motion.

"I love you!" he said, "I don't know why I keep caring, but if I had to guess- it's because I love you!"

"Is this really the best time to say that- Ah!" Somewhere where the penis went, Seiji was hitting something - and it felt so good. "Shoukaku? I'm serious-" Seiji began, but she was not listening. She grabbed Seiji by the waist and forced him down, deeper into her and touching the same spot. Stars sparkled at the edge of her vision.

"Keep going!" she urged, "More! More! Seiji, I-"

"I want you," she tried to say, but the words were stuck in her mouth. Another thrust silenced her, and a wave of pleasure, stronger and more intense than any of them, rippled through her body and arched her back. All she knew was that she did not want it to end-

And it was over. Collapsing onto the floor, gasping for breath, Shoukaku lay there while Seiji held her and began to tremble and pant. She felt him buck his hips as he ejaculated, and for once she didn't find the thought repulsive. Holding her tightly, Seiji trembled as he came inside, until his own orgasm finished and he gently let her down.

Neither of them said anything for a minute or so, until Seiji lifted his head off the floor to gaze at Shoukaku. "I guess… That felt good for you?"

"Yeah, it did." She said. "It felt way better than… Than anything I've ever felt today."

After a pause, she nudged Seiji to get his attention. "Did you mean it? What you said earlier."

Flustered, Seiji scratched his head nervously. "Well, it was kind of in the heat of the moment, but…" He looked at Shoukaku bashfully. "Let's just say I have no regrets saying that. Which, uh, is basically saying… I love you, Shoukaku."

How could her heart not race after hearing those words? Drawing him into a hug, Shoukaku positively beamed with happiness, and whispered into his ear, "Thank you."

The glorious moment was ruined when Seiji's member, sandwiched between them, began to grow hard again. "Oh my…" Shoukaku gasped in mock surprise, "Still not enough?"

"I'm sorry, Shoukaku…"

"No need for that. How many hours til sunrise?" She asked. "Will you take me home for a shower after this, hmm?" she pouted and squeezed his shoulders. "Won't you listen to me, Mister Designated Driver?"

"Anything for you, Miss Shoukaku," Seiji chuckled.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Shoukaku leaned up to peck him on the cheek. "Then, I'm in your care, Seiji." she said. Like a perverse starting signal, Seiji lifted her hips up and entered her again, earning a soft cry from the beautiful woman in his arms.

A soft cry that did not go unnoticed.

In the hallway, Zuikaku stood alone, shaking whether from rage, indignation, or confusion, she didn't know. "How dare he… How dare he do this to her!" She gnashed her teeth, her ears scarlet with suppressed rage.

From the sounds coming from the open doorway of the suite, they were having sex again. With the car keys still with her, Zuikaku walked away. There would be retribution for this. Admiral Seiji was not going to have his cake and eat it, not without some punishment for hurting her dear sister!

End Of The Introduction

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Hi everyone. If you've been following the story up to this point, congratulations! I'm very grateful that you've kept reading on all this time.

I will be taking a few days' break before resuming writing. At the time of this chapter release, I do not plan to make any changes to the weekly Wednesday posting - it's been a very good way to motivate myself to keep writing.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to leave a review, and I'll be back soon!

-Destination

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