It was silent around the Mansion, though the lights were on, and it was
clear that it was inhabited. Despite this, the building was intimidating,
and it was night, so Yousuke shivered slightly upon entering the premise.
He shrugged and sighed, sending a plume of steam into the violet winter
sky. The business card in his hand was detailed in its instructions,
though, and the letter he carried made it clear that he was where he wanted
to be.
Gothic and ornate, the Mansion looked like a place you would need a reservation for. A couple of stories, wrought iron, and irregular design, it was very impressive. Silently, he wondered if the owners had been informed of his impending arrival, but he hadn't bothered to find out.
Walking up to the door, he wondered if he should at least knock, but he didn't know if that was appropriate. Squaring his shoulders, he instead pushed the door open and stepped in, prepared to apologize if he had to. What he saw inside was just what he had expected considering the outside. Ornate and exquisite, almost baroque.
Paintings hung upon the walls, and people of all types occasionally walked up or down staircases or nearby halls. Instead he milled around hopelessly, hoping to find someone in charge.
Yousuke's wandering was interrupted as he spotted two people clad in leather and chain attires, staring at him, maybe amused at his confusion. On a closer look, he realized they looked exactly alike. One of them started talking, which the other followed.
"Excuse us..."
"...you seem lost."
He shrugged uncomfortably, not knowing, all of a sudden, quite what he was doing here. Taking a prompt from the card he held in his hand, he spoke back after an awkward moment of silence.
"Yeah, I think I'm looking for someone in charge." he said.
"Hm... you could speak to Hime-sama..."
"...but we don't believe she's free to talk right now."
"If you don't mind waiting..."
"...please, make yourself comfortable."
With short gestures, the... twins? ...prompted Yousuke to follow them.
Shrugging a second time, he followed. The whole place seemed strange to him, it was definitely not a place he would normally hang out at. If he were to sum it up in once word, it would be 'kinky', but that one word really wouldn't do it justice.
He was taken to a dark room, illuminated only by dim red lights. His guides led him to a large, comfortable chair, and left without saying a word.
...maybe it was just Yousuke's impression, but he could swear they had locked the door behind them.
He rolled his eyes and grimaced. This place wasn't his kind of thing, and he felt out of place just by being here. Checking his watch, he settled into the chair and propped one leg up against the other. Lingering doubts about the validity of his excursion here popped up in his head again, but he pushed them down. Instead, he just glared at a wall.
An eternity later, a click confirmed his suspicions. The door opened slowly, but just after a few moments someone came in. A child, wearing a white cape over a blood stained white, long sleeved shirt and torn black vinyl pants. The hair was styled wickedly, seemingly thoroughly worked on to look like a raging, chaotic mass. The kid just stared at Yousuke with an inquiring look. He wanted to stare back, but held himself in check. Instead he rose, and bowed politely to the child.
"My name is Yousuke Genji, I'm looking for the owner of this establishment, could you help me?"
Bowing back at the visitor, the kid introduced himself.
"I'm Kojirou... one of the owners, you could say. My sister is the other, but she won't be joining us right now."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" started Yousuke. Was this kid the owner? He seemed entirely too young to even be let inside, much less own the place. He knew his eyes went wide, he hoped that the kid would forgive him. He bowed again.
"It's just that I'm looking for someone, and I don't think I'd be able to find my way around without help."
"Oh, don't apologize, it's alright. Who would you be looking for?"
Yousuke squinted thoughtfully at the card. His memory had decided to go on leave, it seemed, deserting him when he needed it most. The card was no help, surprisingly enough. He could see no name emblazoned on the now blank card. Instead, he was left to stutter helplessly.
"Um... er... well then..."
Kojirou stared at the boy for a while. Both were interrupted as the door opened again, and in came the most beautiful woman Yousuke would ever see. How she was able to walk with ropes wrapped all over her, he could only imagine.
"This is my sister, Hime. Onee-chan, this is Yousuke Genji. He says he's looking for someone."
Yousuke bowed again, unhappy that his mission had simply become a failure, and he felt quite embarrassed for wasting time. "I know it was a doctor, someone leading in the area of bio-mechanical engineering. A friend of my professor, I received this card I thought was from him so that I could ask him some questions. Now the card's blank, and I forgot his name."
Hime just stared back for a while. Turning to her brother, she opened her mouth to ask a question, but Kojirou anticipated it.
"I can't imagine who he's talking about."
She turned back to Yousuke. "Who is your professor?"
"Takeshi-sensei." Yousuke grimaced unhappily.
"And you said the card is now blank?"
"Yes, that's right. Here, see for yourself!" he exclaimed, happy to have his position understood. He handed the business card out, both sides visibly blank of writing.
Hime rubbed her temple. "I'm very sorry, but we can't help you right now."
"No, maybe we can, sis." Kojirou intervened. "Do you know your professor's phone number by heart?"
"Hm, yes, this might help." the woman agreed.
Slowly, Yousuke shook his head. "No, I think that I've been the victim of a prank. I'm sorry I wasted your time. Before I go, do you sell tea here? I'm pretty thirsty, and I'd like to get something to drink before I go."
Hime chuckled slightly "Sell? No, please, you're a guest. Kojirou, can you follow him to the kitchen?"
"Actually not. I have a session in a few minutes."
"Oh, whatever you would feel more comfortable with. You're not both busy are you?" he asked.
"Oh, no. Come with me." Hime answered, opening the door.
Kojirou went out of the room, disappearing into the bizarre labyrinth that was the Mansion. Hime gestured for Yousuke to follow her.
"That's very kind of you, really." said Yousuke, as he followed the damsel. "It's quite a place you run here." followed, "Pretty complex. It must take a lot of effort."
"Indeed it does. But the pleasure that we all take from it is worth every effort."
It took a small miracle to stop Yousuke from laughing at that. Instead, he just smiled at the irony.
"I myself am a student a Tokyo University, born and raised here, so to speak. Did you know I've never even heard of this place?"
"Not many have... except for the people who live nearby, and the likes of me and Kojirou, few know about this place."
Yousuke nodded knowingly. The walk was taking longer than he thought, but he didn't mind. Even though the people were strange, the architecture was incredible. It seemed a little surreal, which he presumed was the point.
"It does seem like a good place to send a guy like me for a joke then. My friends, they sure have a sense of humor. It hasn't been a bad visit though, you've been very kind."
"Thank you." she answered with a smile. "Here is the kitchen." she turned to a plain looking door. "You can help yourself."
He walked in cautiously, not as if sensing a trap, but so as not to seem rude. Instead, he looked around curiously, sure he would quickly spot a tea bag or can, or something resembling coffee.
"There's cold tea in the fridge... or you can make your own." Hime said pointing to a drawer Yousuke assumed to be where the tea was kept.
He smiled in acknowledgement, and moved toward the drawer. "Do you want some?" he asked "I can make a pretty good pot of tea. At least my friends and me think so. When you stay up for nights on ends, you get good at making stuff like tea and coffee." that last bit was said with a playful grin. He was feeling more at home, even if that home was strange.
"Yes, thank you!" Hime answered cheerfully. "I suppose university students need this sort of knowledge."
He laughed as he made the tea, and much quicker then normal, it was ready. Yousuke really did know what he was doing as far as tea went. "It's true, when we don't drink soda, or pre-made brands. Sometimes it's nice to drink something you made, I think."
Hime giggled in response. "I suppose... after all, your mother isn't available..."
"That's right! Have to take care of myself!" said Yousuke smiling, setting down two cups steaming with tea and the teapot. He found sugar and the rest, and set it down for Hime, but didn't touch it himself, preferring the tea without it. "Still, I miss home sometimes. Or at least clean laundry!" he said with a wry grin. He blew steam off the top of his cup, and sipped a bit.
Hime licked her lips, blowing her own tea before sipping it. Some moments of silence, then she smiled happily. "Your friends are right, Yousuke-kun! You do know how to make good tea."
"Thank you very much." he said. "I'm glad to be of service." as he said that, though, he spilt a bit of the hot tea on his hand. Luckily, the cup wasn't high. Simply set down, a bit of tea sloshed over the lip, but no travesty occurred. Instead, he brought his hand up to his lips to blow on, exposing a nasty looking scar running from his hand to his elbow.
The maiden blinked at the sight. "If you don't mind me asking... where did you get this beautiful scar?"
"Beau... what? The scar?" he laughed. "Everyone always thinks it's from something dramatic, like I was angry or depressed. I've even heard the words 'knifefight', but it was just a kitchen accident from back when I was young. My poor mother, she was horrified, but it was no big deal. My doctors were always surprised when it scarred though."
"Hmmm... I'd have attributed it to self injury... it's even a little disappointing that it was a kitchen accident..."
"Not if you get turned on by cooking, as well as knives!" he laughed, and grinned pleasantly. "Anyhow, my life's interesting enough, I think. It's tough being a university student, but I have a very big fear that I'll become all 'salaryman' when I get out. I respect my father, no one can say different, but that's the hardest life I can think of. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, I suppose it is very hard. Makes me wonder why anyone works that way. Not by choice, I suppose."
Yousuke nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose it's depends on your values though." he said into his tea.
"Yeaown, I think... but what values can lead to that? It's sacrificing your freedom..." just then she realized what she was saying. "Ah, please, I mean no disrespect to your father..."
Instead of taking any offense, he just laughed. "I know that's what it must seem like, but I think he takes a great deal of pride in it. By working so hard, he buys his family freedom. He's a good man, I missed him a lot as a child but I see him enough."
"That's good... I hope you find happiness in what you end up working with." Hime answered with a sweet smile that captivated Yousuke.
But only for a second, he smiled back, but just sipped his tea and shrugged. Finally, he looked at his watch and sighed. Finishing his tea quickly, he stood up and brushed off his long coat.
"Well, it's getting pretty late, I think. I've got to study, and my friends are waiting for me." he said.
"I see... talk about your friends, maybe they actually meant for you to know the Mansion... anyway, I'll walk you to the gates." Hime stood up and opened the kitchen door, nodding for Yousuke to cross it.
"That could be it, but normally they just tell me these things." he said with a grin. He walked out the door and bowed politely again. "It was very nice to visit. Perhaps I'll come again soon, and I won't be so clueless!"
"Do you really believe this place can be told about?" she asked with a wink before walking out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
When they got to the heavy metal front doors, Hime opened them with surprising ease, leading her guest out. "Bye, Yousuke-kun! Come back when you want, or make a reservation." She gave him the business card back, now with the Mansion's number written on it. How or when she managed to write it, maybe Yousuke would never know.
***
His hazel eyes opened in the dark, like a nocturnal animal, hunting what he had just realized was dinner. The air was stagnant with the scent of a woman... in the shadows of the room he sat up and tried to pierce his gaze around the shadows of the room... no luck.
Sweat slowly dripped from his bare chest and into the blanket wrapped around his lower torso. The young man lowered himself back into the futon again. He swore he'd never get used to how low his altitude was, compared to a bed.
A hand gently crept to his chest, and the body attached to it was soon on his side; breathing softly into his shoulder. He had an epiphany to why he was there, but that didn't matter now.
He turned to face her, and her hand wrapped around him and pulled him close for a kiss. The glow of the moon coming through the window showed her vibrant face and short black hair with red highlights. The woman's delicate lips inched to his ear and whispered "Ta-kun... thank you for spending the night with me... I feel so happy..." He could not reply with anything as joyful as that.
Ta's hands traced lines going down her spine to her refined buttocks; making her arch her back and let out a moan of delight. She grappled on him and shivered even more when he started to give caresses to her breasts with kisses. Then he relaxed and let go of her, "...Mina-chan... I should be getting home. It's getting late." He sat up and wiped the sweat off him.
Mina Ishikawa is a friend he met a month ago. She is the daughter of Taro Ishikawa, a business friend of Tarias' father. They've been hanging out nearly everyday since they've met. She was the one to nickname him Ta. Movies, parks, shopping; Mina had treated him much like a little brother, though she wasn't able to resist his attractiveness and the way he seduced her.
She pouted and scraped his scrotum tenderly, "Aww...come on, Ta-kun... don't leave me here all alone here. I'll call your parents and tell them you're spending the night. I'll tell them I'm tutoring you... please?" her pleading made her look like a child wanting to be pleased on his hands. Tarias sighed and lay back down, "...oh, alright."
Mina's grin spread across her lips as she continued stimulating him.
***
When he entered the kitchen, Eiri had already started chopping a block of tofu for the miso soup. He stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her svelte waist. She continued chopping faithfully, however, until he bent down and started nibbling softly on her ear. At his touch, she felt chills running up and down her spine. Her eyes closed and her face filled with utmost pleasure. She dropped the knife softly on the counter and put a cold hand up against the side of his face, stoking it affectionately. One of his large hands crept up slowly and began massaging her shapely left breast. Both of her nipples hardened into stiff tips, making her moan softly and him twist them tenderly. Suddenly, she turned around and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Her tongue thrust forcefully into his mouth, and their tongues mingled lustfully.
All of a sudden, Adam's arms shot out and pushed her away from him. He tugged her blouse off of her head and looked ravishingly at her plump breasts. As he looked, Eiri reached back and unclasped her bra. The lacy brassiere dropped to the ground by his bare feet. The treasure revealed, Adam crouched down and began sucking her tits with the vigour of a newborn baby. She ran her fingers through his hair, raking her nails slighting against his scalp. As he began nibbling, she screamed out in total ecstasy. He continued the licking of her breasts as he reached around and unclasped her skirt. The heavy wool skirt slid hesitantly down her legs, held by the counter he had pressed herself against.
He pulled his face slightly away from her chest for a few halting seconds, flicking his tongue like a snake against her rock-hard nipples. He backed away from her and started to remove his shirt. Eiri watched as muscular, tanned skin was exposed from under the shirt. His muscles flexed ever so slightly as the shirt was pulled over his head and tossed onto the floor. She licked her lips as a look of perversion swept over her face. Like a cat, she jumped over and grabbed the zipper on his pants, releasing his rock shaft from its khaki prison. Even while the pants were still falling to the floor, Eiri tugged his underwear down to his ankles and clasped her mouth around the dick.
She looked so sexy to him just then. Bent down, her creamy skin was even paler in the half-light of the kitchen. Her lacy thong covered almost nothing-it didn't even conceal the fact that she really was a true red head. She seemed to know what she was going, using both her hands and the sucking power of her mouth to bring him to his climax. He panted, reminiscent of a dog, as she began to rake her teeth rhythmically on the hard shaft of his fully attentive penis. She brought one hand around and grabbed his ass, pulling him farther into her mouth. He moaned loudly, both in the slight pain of her soft gnawing and the chills running up and down his spine, sending the fabulous chemical messages to his brain. She stopped, almost as if she knew when it would torture him most, right before he fully climaxed. She looked up at him with darkly evil eyes, her bangs falling in her face. As he looked down at her, she licked her lips. Slowly, she stood, and then removed her panties sensuously. She held them on an index finger, teasing him with them. She flung them against his face and he took them to his nose with the utmost dynamism. The oddly sweet smell of her juices permeated the soft fabric, tingling his nose with their odour.
He looked up from the lace at her naked form. Her legs were slightly apart, and wetness shimmering on the curly hairs of her pubic area. As he looked at her fabulous body, the pressure in his penis grew almost unbearable. He reached out and grabbed her, bringing her against his frame and grinding his groin against her hips. She took advantage of their position and jumped up into his arms. With calculated steps, he walked over to the dining room table and laid her on it.
She slid backwards until she reached the middle of the table. Her fingers curled seductively in the short, fiery red pubic hairs. Laying spread eagle, her hands seemed like the lights guiding a plane to the safety of the gate. He crawled up on the table and looked down at her stunning face, framed by her hair which had spread like a fan under her. He crouched over her, waiting for a sign. When she smiled slightly at him, he grinned and entered her tight pussy.
Her scream was both horrifying and oddly sexy to him. He laid his whole weight on her slim frame, pinning her wrists on the table with his hands whilst he started rocking back and forth with a definite rhythm. Eiri managed to free one of her pinned hands and brought it up to rake her fingers through his hair. She bit her bottom lip until blood ran, and, seeing this, Adam locked his lips over hers, savouring the sweet taste of her blood and the saltiness of her sweat. His lips released hers and he licked from her bottom lip down to the base of her craned neck. She moved her hands to tweak his nipples, sending pulses down his spine and heightening his enjoyment. All at once, he groaned loudly, and, sitting up and pressing against her breasts, he released his cum into her once virgin pussy. After he released his seed, he collapsed lightly onto her. Her arms reached around him and held him close, softly kissing the edge of his ear. Soon, his arms grabbed around her and pulled her even closer.
Gothic and ornate, the Mansion looked like a place you would need a reservation for. A couple of stories, wrought iron, and irregular design, it was very impressive. Silently, he wondered if the owners had been informed of his impending arrival, but he hadn't bothered to find out.
Walking up to the door, he wondered if he should at least knock, but he didn't know if that was appropriate. Squaring his shoulders, he instead pushed the door open and stepped in, prepared to apologize if he had to. What he saw inside was just what he had expected considering the outside. Ornate and exquisite, almost baroque.
Paintings hung upon the walls, and people of all types occasionally walked up or down staircases or nearby halls. Instead he milled around hopelessly, hoping to find someone in charge.
Yousuke's wandering was interrupted as he spotted two people clad in leather and chain attires, staring at him, maybe amused at his confusion. On a closer look, he realized they looked exactly alike. One of them started talking, which the other followed.
"Excuse us..."
"...you seem lost."
He shrugged uncomfortably, not knowing, all of a sudden, quite what he was doing here. Taking a prompt from the card he held in his hand, he spoke back after an awkward moment of silence.
"Yeah, I think I'm looking for someone in charge." he said.
"Hm... you could speak to Hime-sama..."
"...but we don't believe she's free to talk right now."
"If you don't mind waiting..."
"...please, make yourself comfortable."
With short gestures, the... twins? ...prompted Yousuke to follow them.
Shrugging a second time, he followed. The whole place seemed strange to him, it was definitely not a place he would normally hang out at. If he were to sum it up in once word, it would be 'kinky', but that one word really wouldn't do it justice.
He was taken to a dark room, illuminated only by dim red lights. His guides led him to a large, comfortable chair, and left without saying a word.
...maybe it was just Yousuke's impression, but he could swear they had locked the door behind them.
He rolled his eyes and grimaced. This place wasn't his kind of thing, and he felt out of place just by being here. Checking his watch, he settled into the chair and propped one leg up against the other. Lingering doubts about the validity of his excursion here popped up in his head again, but he pushed them down. Instead, he just glared at a wall.
An eternity later, a click confirmed his suspicions. The door opened slowly, but just after a few moments someone came in. A child, wearing a white cape over a blood stained white, long sleeved shirt and torn black vinyl pants. The hair was styled wickedly, seemingly thoroughly worked on to look like a raging, chaotic mass. The kid just stared at Yousuke with an inquiring look. He wanted to stare back, but held himself in check. Instead he rose, and bowed politely to the child.
"My name is Yousuke Genji, I'm looking for the owner of this establishment, could you help me?"
Bowing back at the visitor, the kid introduced himself.
"I'm Kojirou... one of the owners, you could say. My sister is the other, but she won't be joining us right now."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" started Yousuke. Was this kid the owner? He seemed entirely too young to even be let inside, much less own the place. He knew his eyes went wide, he hoped that the kid would forgive him. He bowed again.
"It's just that I'm looking for someone, and I don't think I'd be able to find my way around without help."
"Oh, don't apologize, it's alright. Who would you be looking for?"
Yousuke squinted thoughtfully at the card. His memory had decided to go on leave, it seemed, deserting him when he needed it most. The card was no help, surprisingly enough. He could see no name emblazoned on the now blank card. Instead, he was left to stutter helplessly.
"Um... er... well then..."
Kojirou stared at the boy for a while. Both were interrupted as the door opened again, and in came the most beautiful woman Yousuke would ever see. How she was able to walk with ropes wrapped all over her, he could only imagine.
"This is my sister, Hime. Onee-chan, this is Yousuke Genji. He says he's looking for someone."
Yousuke bowed again, unhappy that his mission had simply become a failure, and he felt quite embarrassed for wasting time. "I know it was a doctor, someone leading in the area of bio-mechanical engineering. A friend of my professor, I received this card I thought was from him so that I could ask him some questions. Now the card's blank, and I forgot his name."
Hime just stared back for a while. Turning to her brother, she opened her mouth to ask a question, but Kojirou anticipated it.
"I can't imagine who he's talking about."
She turned back to Yousuke. "Who is your professor?"
"Takeshi-sensei." Yousuke grimaced unhappily.
"And you said the card is now blank?"
"Yes, that's right. Here, see for yourself!" he exclaimed, happy to have his position understood. He handed the business card out, both sides visibly blank of writing.
Hime rubbed her temple. "I'm very sorry, but we can't help you right now."
"No, maybe we can, sis." Kojirou intervened. "Do you know your professor's phone number by heart?"
"Hm, yes, this might help." the woman agreed.
Slowly, Yousuke shook his head. "No, I think that I've been the victim of a prank. I'm sorry I wasted your time. Before I go, do you sell tea here? I'm pretty thirsty, and I'd like to get something to drink before I go."
Hime chuckled slightly "Sell? No, please, you're a guest. Kojirou, can you follow him to the kitchen?"
"Actually not. I have a session in a few minutes."
"Oh, whatever you would feel more comfortable with. You're not both busy are you?" he asked.
"Oh, no. Come with me." Hime answered, opening the door.
Kojirou went out of the room, disappearing into the bizarre labyrinth that was the Mansion. Hime gestured for Yousuke to follow her.
"That's very kind of you, really." said Yousuke, as he followed the damsel. "It's quite a place you run here." followed, "Pretty complex. It must take a lot of effort."
"Indeed it does. But the pleasure that we all take from it is worth every effort."
It took a small miracle to stop Yousuke from laughing at that. Instead, he just smiled at the irony.
"I myself am a student a Tokyo University, born and raised here, so to speak. Did you know I've never even heard of this place?"
"Not many have... except for the people who live nearby, and the likes of me and Kojirou, few know about this place."
Yousuke nodded knowingly. The walk was taking longer than he thought, but he didn't mind. Even though the people were strange, the architecture was incredible. It seemed a little surreal, which he presumed was the point.
"It does seem like a good place to send a guy like me for a joke then. My friends, they sure have a sense of humor. It hasn't been a bad visit though, you've been very kind."
"Thank you." she answered with a smile. "Here is the kitchen." she turned to a plain looking door. "You can help yourself."
He walked in cautiously, not as if sensing a trap, but so as not to seem rude. Instead, he looked around curiously, sure he would quickly spot a tea bag or can, or something resembling coffee.
"There's cold tea in the fridge... or you can make your own." Hime said pointing to a drawer Yousuke assumed to be where the tea was kept.
He smiled in acknowledgement, and moved toward the drawer. "Do you want some?" he asked "I can make a pretty good pot of tea. At least my friends and me think so. When you stay up for nights on ends, you get good at making stuff like tea and coffee." that last bit was said with a playful grin. He was feeling more at home, even if that home was strange.
"Yes, thank you!" Hime answered cheerfully. "I suppose university students need this sort of knowledge."
He laughed as he made the tea, and much quicker then normal, it was ready. Yousuke really did know what he was doing as far as tea went. "It's true, when we don't drink soda, or pre-made brands. Sometimes it's nice to drink something you made, I think."
Hime giggled in response. "I suppose... after all, your mother isn't available..."
"That's right! Have to take care of myself!" said Yousuke smiling, setting down two cups steaming with tea and the teapot. He found sugar and the rest, and set it down for Hime, but didn't touch it himself, preferring the tea without it. "Still, I miss home sometimes. Or at least clean laundry!" he said with a wry grin. He blew steam off the top of his cup, and sipped a bit.
Hime licked her lips, blowing her own tea before sipping it. Some moments of silence, then she smiled happily. "Your friends are right, Yousuke-kun! You do know how to make good tea."
"Thank you very much." he said. "I'm glad to be of service." as he said that, though, he spilt a bit of the hot tea on his hand. Luckily, the cup wasn't high. Simply set down, a bit of tea sloshed over the lip, but no travesty occurred. Instead, he brought his hand up to his lips to blow on, exposing a nasty looking scar running from his hand to his elbow.
The maiden blinked at the sight. "If you don't mind me asking... where did you get this beautiful scar?"
"Beau... what? The scar?" he laughed. "Everyone always thinks it's from something dramatic, like I was angry or depressed. I've even heard the words 'knifefight', but it was just a kitchen accident from back when I was young. My poor mother, she was horrified, but it was no big deal. My doctors were always surprised when it scarred though."
"Hmmm... I'd have attributed it to self injury... it's even a little disappointing that it was a kitchen accident..."
"Not if you get turned on by cooking, as well as knives!" he laughed, and grinned pleasantly. "Anyhow, my life's interesting enough, I think. It's tough being a university student, but I have a very big fear that I'll become all 'salaryman' when I get out. I respect my father, no one can say different, but that's the hardest life I can think of. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, I suppose it is very hard. Makes me wonder why anyone works that way. Not by choice, I suppose."
Yousuke nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose it's depends on your values though." he said into his tea.
"Yeaown, I think... but what values can lead to that? It's sacrificing your freedom..." just then she realized what she was saying. "Ah, please, I mean no disrespect to your father..."
Instead of taking any offense, he just laughed. "I know that's what it must seem like, but I think he takes a great deal of pride in it. By working so hard, he buys his family freedom. He's a good man, I missed him a lot as a child but I see him enough."
"That's good... I hope you find happiness in what you end up working with." Hime answered with a sweet smile that captivated Yousuke.
But only for a second, he smiled back, but just sipped his tea and shrugged. Finally, he looked at his watch and sighed. Finishing his tea quickly, he stood up and brushed off his long coat.
"Well, it's getting pretty late, I think. I've got to study, and my friends are waiting for me." he said.
"I see... talk about your friends, maybe they actually meant for you to know the Mansion... anyway, I'll walk you to the gates." Hime stood up and opened the kitchen door, nodding for Yousuke to cross it.
"That could be it, but normally they just tell me these things." he said with a grin. He walked out the door and bowed politely again. "It was very nice to visit. Perhaps I'll come again soon, and I won't be so clueless!"
"Do you really believe this place can be told about?" she asked with a wink before walking out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
When they got to the heavy metal front doors, Hime opened them with surprising ease, leading her guest out. "Bye, Yousuke-kun! Come back when you want, or make a reservation." She gave him the business card back, now with the Mansion's number written on it. How or when she managed to write it, maybe Yousuke would never know.
***
His hazel eyes opened in the dark, like a nocturnal animal, hunting what he had just realized was dinner. The air was stagnant with the scent of a woman... in the shadows of the room he sat up and tried to pierce his gaze around the shadows of the room... no luck.
Sweat slowly dripped from his bare chest and into the blanket wrapped around his lower torso. The young man lowered himself back into the futon again. He swore he'd never get used to how low his altitude was, compared to a bed.
A hand gently crept to his chest, and the body attached to it was soon on his side; breathing softly into his shoulder. He had an epiphany to why he was there, but that didn't matter now.
He turned to face her, and her hand wrapped around him and pulled him close for a kiss. The glow of the moon coming through the window showed her vibrant face and short black hair with red highlights. The woman's delicate lips inched to his ear and whispered "Ta-kun... thank you for spending the night with me... I feel so happy..." He could not reply with anything as joyful as that.
Ta's hands traced lines going down her spine to her refined buttocks; making her arch her back and let out a moan of delight. She grappled on him and shivered even more when he started to give caresses to her breasts with kisses. Then he relaxed and let go of her, "...Mina-chan... I should be getting home. It's getting late." He sat up and wiped the sweat off him.
Mina Ishikawa is a friend he met a month ago. She is the daughter of Taro Ishikawa, a business friend of Tarias' father. They've been hanging out nearly everyday since they've met. She was the one to nickname him Ta. Movies, parks, shopping; Mina had treated him much like a little brother, though she wasn't able to resist his attractiveness and the way he seduced her.
She pouted and scraped his scrotum tenderly, "Aww...come on, Ta-kun... don't leave me here all alone here. I'll call your parents and tell them you're spending the night. I'll tell them I'm tutoring you... please?" her pleading made her look like a child wanting to be pleased on his hands. Tarias sighed and lay back down, "...oh, alright."
Mina's grin spread across her lips as she continued stimulating him.
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When he entered the kitchen, Eiri had already started chopping a block of tofu for the miso soup. He stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her svelte waist. She continued chopping faithfully, however, until he bent down and started nibbling softly on her ear. At his touch, she felt chills running up and down her spine. Her eyes closed and her face filled with utmost pleasure. She dropped the knife softly on the counter and put a cold hand up against the side of his face, stoking it affectionately. One of his large hands crept up slowly and began massaging her shapely left breast. Both of her nipples hardened into stiff tips, making her moan softly and him twist them tenderly. Suddenly, she turned around and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Her tongue thrust forcefully into his mouth, and their tongues mingled lustfully.
All of a sudden, Adam's arms shot out and pushed her away from him. He tugged her blouse off of her head and looked ravishingly at her plump breasts. As he looked, Eiri reached back and unclasped her bra. The lacy brassiere dropped to the ground by his bare feet. The treasure revealed, Adam crouched down and began sucking her tits with the vigour of a newborn baby. She ran her fingers through his hair, raking her nails slighting against his scalp. As he began nibbling, she screamed out in total ecstasy. He continued the licking of her breasts as he reached around and unclasped her skirt. The heavy wool skirt slid hesitantly down her legs, held by the counter he had pressed herself against.
He pulled his face slightly away from her chest for a few halting seconds, flicking his tongue like a snake against her rock-hard nipples. He backed away from her and started to remove his shirt. Eiri watched as muscular, tanned skin was exposed from under the shirt. His muscles flexed ever so slightly as the shirt was pulled over his head and tossed onto the floor. She licked her lips as a look of perversion swept over her face. Like a cat, she jumped over and grabbed the zipper on his pants, releasing his rock shaft from its khaki prison. Even while the pants were still falling to the floor, Eiri tugged his underwear down to his ankles and clasped her mouth around the dick.
She looked so sexy to him just then. Bent down, her creamy skin was even paler in the half-light of the kitchen. Her lacy thong covered almost nothing-it didn't even conceal the fact that she really was a true red head. She seemed to know what she was going, using both her hands and the sucking power of her mouth to bring him to his climax. He panted, reminiscent of a dog, as she began to rake her teeth rhythmically on the hard shaft of his fully attentive penis. She brought one hand around and grabbed his ass, pulling him farther into her mouth. He moaned loudly, both in the slight pain of her soft gnawing and the chills running up and down his spine, sending the fabulous chemical messages to his brain. She stopped, almost as if she knew when it would torture him most, right before he fully climaxed. She looked up at him with darkly evil eyes, her bangs falling in her face. As he looked down at her, she licked her lips. Slowly, she stood, and then removed her panties sensuously. She held them on an index finger, teasing him with them. She flung them against his face and he took them to his nose with the utmost dynamism. The oddly sweet smell of her juices permeated the soft fabric, tingling his nose with their odour.
He looked up from the lace at her naked form. Her legs were slightly apart, and wetness shimmering on the curly hairs of her pubic area. As he looked at her fabulous body, the pressure in his penis grew almost unbearable. He reached out and grabbed her, bringing her against his frame and grinding his groin against her hips. She took advantage of their position and jumped up into his arms. With calculated steps, he walked over to the dining room table and laid her on it.
She slid backwards until she reached the middle of the table. Her fingers curled seductively in the short, fiery red pubic hairs. Laying spread eagle, her hands seemed like the lights guiding a plane to the safety of the gate. He crawled up on the table and looked down at her stunning face, framed by her hair which had spread like a fan under her. He crouched over her, waiting for a sign. When she smiled slightly at him, he grinned and entered her tight pussy.
Her scream was both horrifying and oddly sexy to him. He laid his whole weight on her slim frame, pinning her wrists on the table with his hands whilst he started rocking back and forth with a definite rhythm. Eiri managed to free one of her pinned hands and brought it up to rake her fingers through his hair. She bit her bottom lip until blood ran, and, seeing this, Adam locked his lips over hers, savouring the sweet taste of her blood and the saltiness of her sweat. His lips released hers and he licked from her bottom lip down to the base of her craned neck. She moved her hands to tweak his nipples, sending pulses down his spine and heightening his enjoyment. All at once, he groaned loudly, and, sitting up and pressing against her breasts, he released his cum into her once virgin pussy. After he released his seed, he collapsed lightly onto her. Her arms reached around him and held him close, softly kissing the edge of his ear. Soon, his arms grabbed around her and pulled her even closer.