In a V-Hole
By Lord Raa
Disclaim-me-do: When life gives you a CNC milling machine every part looks like a block of steel.
Chapter 1
Keitaro Urashima was looking at the letter he'd been sent by his parents. He was being summoned to the old inn that his grandmother ran, the Hinata Sou. It would be nice to see his extended family again. His recollection that his aunt, Haruka, was always nice to him brought a smile to his face.
A knock on the door to his room attracted his attention.
"Urashima-kun," a grey-haired man with wireframe glasses addressed him.
"Oh, Kumagawa-sensei, what can I do for you?"
"The Principal would like to see you. We've got something important to tell you."
Keitaro blinked in surprise, but rose to his feet and placed his letter into his back pocket. "Of course, Kumagawa-sensei."
The two walked wordlessly to the Principal's office. The younger of the two men was curious as to what was so important that it required his presence.
Keitaro had always been a responsible and dedicated student, if not particularly gifted when it came to exams. He was making passing grades, but if his teachers were all of the opinion that if he could just relax a little in the examination hall, he'd do so much better.
One of his teachers had made the comment that "at least you didn't write 'I am a fish' for all of your answers" when Keitaro had zoned out for half the duration and then panicked, mixing up what answer he should put in which section. Eventually, after several practice examinations, Keitaro had managed to focus better, but his results were still below what his schoolwork would have indicated.
Kumagawa-sensei knocked on the door to the Principal's door.
"Come in, Kumagawa-sensei."
Keitaro walked into the office and bowed respectfully to the elderly man behind the desk. "Good afternoon, Tamura-kouchou."
"Good afternoon, Urashima-kun. I've got something important to tell you."
"Oh?"
"It's mixed news, I fear," the elderly man said, replacing the cap of his pen. "Yonegawa Academy is closing with immediate effect."
"What? Why?"
"You're the last student here, Urashima-kun. The local Board of Education thinks that, while our educational facility is mostly privately funded, would be better used if it was for a more diverse student body.
"In short, they want to take it over and make it co-ed."
"But… the whole reason why I studied here was because it was an all-boys' school," Keitaro protested weakly.
"That was the case, but the Board of Education thinks that our facilities would be put to more efficient usage with a broader array of students. Besides, you have graduated high school."
"But how am I supposed to get into Toudai without your help?"
"We've done all we can for you, Urashima-kun," Kumagawa-sensei sighed. "Short of one of us taking the entrance exam for you."
Keitaro sighed. The teachers were right. He'd failed the entrance exams twice already, even with the one-to-one tutelage he'd received.
"Quite honestly, we would have retired last year, had you passed the tests and been accepted," Tamura said frankly.
"Retired?"
"Yes. We're old men, Urashima-kun. We've been teaching some of the brightest and best young men in Japan, but now our time has come to enjoy some much needed rest."
Keitaro knew that he would need to take a step into the unknown sooner or later. He'd just always assumed that would have been at Toudai where he would meet his "promised girl".
It had been a promise made in his childhood, one where a girl whose face he couldn't quite remember had almost coerced him into making it on the grounds that he'd "be together with someone forever if they went to Toudai together".
Perhaps it was a childish pipe dream, but felt nice to have a goal. Some of Keitaro's friends at Yonegawa had been a little aimless and Keitaro's family had always said that it was good to have a goal in life.
If he had to leave Yonegawa, then there wasn't a lot he could do about it. He would have to find a cram school and try again or give up on his dreams. If he did give up on Toudai, what would he do? He could work in his parents' bakery, but there was something unappealing about that. Probably, it was having his adopted sister, Kanako, invading his personal space like they were joined at the hip.
Keitaro sighed. "I… I guess I'll have to find somewhere else to stay."
The young man blinked before reaching for his letter. "I got a letter earlier… my Grandmother wants me to visit her at the Hinata Sou. Maybe I could stay there? Do you know of any good cram schools in Hinata City?"
"I will find out for you," Tamura smiled.
Three days later, Keitaro was disembarking the tram with his belongings. He was telling himself that it was just a visit on the way back to his parents' home. After all, what else could his grandmother want from him?
Ascending the stairs, Keitaro was regretting not getting a wheeled suitcase, but he hadn't had the chance to go out and buy one before Yonegawa closed.
With the enrolment declining to zero new students three years ago, Keitaro couldn't have said that he was surprised that his school was closing, but he couldn't deny that what was surprising was the pace at which the closure happened. He'd barely gotten back from Principal Tamura's office before they'd started to remove the old signs and mementoes of the academy's history. By the time he'd gotten the last of his laundry back, the whole building was starting to look like it had been abandoned.
After taking a breather, the bespectacled young man re-shouldered his large bag and finished the climb to the top.
'I wonder if there are any guests staying right now,' he wondered as he approached the door. Pushing the timber door open, Keitaro shook his head at his own foolish surprise. "Of course it would be unlocked. How else would the guests get back to their rooms?"
Announcing his arrival, the young Urashima looked around for signs of life.
"Guess no-one's here… I suppose that means I could take a dip in the hot spring… Been so long since I used the one here."
Keitaro placed his bag down and opened it up, looking for some clean clothes. Upon retrieving some underwear, socks and a t-shirt, he slipped off his shoes and walked further into the Hinata Sou.
Naru Narusegawa strolled out to the main bath in the hot spring, naked as the day she was born. She'd had a stressful day trying to find out what had happened to her former tutor, Noriyasu Seta.
Seta was a man Naru had a crush on. He was older, more mature than the boys her age. Physical maturity was one thing, and it was an important factor in her pursuit of the man, but it was really Seta's worldliness that really interested Naru.
A man who'd travelled that much would surely know enough about sex to bring her real pleasure.
Naru's experiences with the local boys had been less than encouraging. It wasn't that Naru was unattractive, she had a cute face and a fine figure that could make her an idol if she really wanted to put the effort in; and being rich and famous would allow her to have her pick of the cute boys.
The problem was that the boys she'd made a move on were so wishy-washy. She'd outright asked some of them about going out on a date, and they'd been all "m-maybe". And even then, the ones who'd been brave enough to say "yes" to taking her on a date, hadn't even tried to touch her!
She couldn't be that intimidating; it wasn't like she carried a weapon around with her, like Motoko did.
After silently making a prayer to the gods to help her find a guy so she could finally lose her virginity, Naru strode out to the bath and slipped into the hot water.
Keitaro froze. There was someone climbing into the bath with him!
Had he forgotten the layout and gone into the women's bath by mistake?
It didn't matter, all he needed to do was to slip out of there and he'd be able to slip away without too much more embarrassment.
"Oh, Kitsune? Is that you in here?" a distinctly female voice asked, turning towards Keitaro.
Keitaro swallowed nervously. This was bad. Really bad.
"So, do you think my boobs have gotten bigger?"
Keitaro froze. Boobs? What did he know about boobs? They'd barely told him what they were for in his biology lessons!
The Yonegawa Academy was a fine educational establishment, one that excelled at teaching history, geography and literature, though its science department was a little lacking for anything other than physics and chemistry. Biology tended to focus on plants and ecology, rather than how the human body worked outside of the basic, gender neutral functions of things like respiration. The teachers there evidently took the philosophy of "less is more" to heart when it came to the matters teaching of sexual health and human reproduction.
The figure approached Keitaro, their faces obscured by a lack of corrective lenses and steam.
"Here, what do you think?" the woman asked, reaching for Keitaro's hand and placing it on her chest.
"AAH!"
Naru blinked. That wasn't Kitsune. She looked down at the hand she'd placed on her breast and noticed that it belonged to a man.
Her heart started to race as she realised that her prayers had been answered. A man was here, in the outdoor bath at the Hinata Sou. Was today the day that she was finally going to lose her V-card? Was today the day she became a woman?
The auburn-haired young woman reached down into the water, fumbling around to find out what this bold young man was like down there.
There was another surprised yelp before the young man leapt out of the water and ran off inside.
Naru stood unblinking for nearly another minute before she realised that she'd be left alone by the man who could do a credible impression of an elephant. She had to run after him! If Kitsune got a hold of him, she'd "ara-ara" him with those big milky swingers of hers that she was so proud of!
Climbing out of the bath, Naru rushed to the building, intent on finding this stud. She'd make him hers and she'd finally be a woman like Haruka and Kitsune!
Keitaro Urashima was panicking. This was very different to his inability to deal with the stress of an examination. This was sheer flee for your life terror he was experiencing right now. If he didn't get away, who knew what could happen to him.
During his time at Yonegawa, there had been rumours about women who were so shameless they'd prey on men, making lewd comments and trying to grab their crotches or push their faces into their cleavage while cooing "ara-ara". He was sure that they'd just been myths spread by people who wanted the students to keep away from girls and focus on their studies.
In Keitaro's defence, he had led a sheltered life over the past ten years he'd spent at boarding school.
It had been his father's idea to send him to Yonegawa. During one summer vacation at the Hinata Sou, there had been some inappropriate behaviour from some female guests. Some items had gone missing from the rooms and a few people complained about attempts to sneak into the men's bathing area.
Such things often happened at holiday resorts, and there were measures to deal with such improprieties. What was really eye-opening for Keitaro's father was that Haruka Urashima and her friends had been caught trying to sneak into Keitaro's room.
"We just wanted to play a few games," had been the insistence from the girls. And while they were no doubt telling the truth, the games they so obviously wanted to play were not appropriate for a ten year old boy to play.
There was nothing wrong with a little fooling around between consenting adults, it was just that Keitaro wasn't one and wouldn't be for a number of years. In order to keep Keitaro safe, and hopefully prevent him from shutting himself off from intimate relationships, his parents sent him off to an all-boys' school. Yes, there would be an adjustment to real life that wouldn't be necessary had he gone to a coed school, but this would keep him safe from predatory women.
Including those in his family, like Haruka and Kanako.
Running through the hallways of the Hinata Sou's ground floor, Keitaro was trying to get his bearings and make his way to his luggage. He had to get some clothes on and get out of there. But where would be safe for him?
And where was his grandmother? If she wanted to see him, she should have had the decency to at least be there for the meeting!
"Oh, what's all this commotion?" a voice Keitaro didn't recognise asked in a stern tone.
The naked young man looked up. "I… I can explain!"
Mitsune Konno, Kitsune to her friends, sighed at the sight of one of her friends running around naked.
"If you're that frustrated, Naru-chan, just get a decent vibrator. I can highly recommend the Akunaki Usagi. Just don't get one of the knock-offs."
"…" The auburn-haired resident of the Hinata Sou frowned. This wasn't about being so horny you had to show your body off to the world, there was a well-hung man about the place and it was her chance to finally become a woman!
The only problem was that Kitsune would continue her teasing if she didn't get an answer she liked as to why people were running around naked at this time of day.
"There's a man here," Naru admitted through gritted teeth.
"I… What? A man? Here, at an all-female dorm?" Kitsune asked, incredulous at the suggestion. Though, subconsciously, she licked her lips. It had been a while, and perhaps this man might have a better tolerance for alcohol than her previous conquests?
"Yes," Naru hissed. "He was in the outdoor bath."
Kitsune ran a hand through her short, ash-blonde hair. "So, tell me, what does he look like?"
"I don't know," the nude young woman admitted. "I'm not wearing my glasses."
"Not got your contacts in?"
"You're not supposed to wear them in the bath." Naru was getting frustrated with this conversation. She needed to find and claim this stallion before he escaped.
A scream that alerted the two buxom young women.
"That's Motoko!" Kitsune noted, unsure of what could cause the normally unflappable kendoist to scream in panic like that.
The pair nodded at each other once and rushed off in the direction of the commotion.
Keitaro felt cowardly at running away like this, but this was his best chance at freedom. This girl that had accosted him in the corridor was tall, dark and very cute. She was also armed with a bokken.
A few kendo lessons at school had taught Keitaro the hard way that even though a bokken was a practice sword, one could still ruin your day.
Backing up from the stunned young woman before him, Keitaro continued to make his way through the Hinata Sou up until he noticed two more figures appear and trap him.
"I… Oh crap…" he muttered.
"Motoko, are you OK?" Kitsune asked, concern for her friend temporarily overriding her thirst for a good time with a man.
Naru took this opportunity to get a good look at the man who would make her a woman. In her attempt to lean in to get her eyes to focus on his face, she inadvertently performed the classic kabedon manoeuvre when she steadied herself.
The sound of Naru's hand on the wall snapped Motoko out of her stupor and she shook her head. "I'm fine, Kitsune. It's just… Well, look!"
Kitsune followed Motoko's finger and felt her jaw drop. She's known a few men intimately, but they'd been within a certain section of the bell curve when it came to penis size. This visitor was clearly the one who was boosting the national average for the men she'd had in her bed.
The ash-blonde looked up at the face of the well-hung young man and wasn't sure if she was disappointed or glad that he didn't have classic idol looks, but was of rather average appearance. There were stories of men who played by the same rules women did, using their looks and charm on women for money or political power, but they were mostly just that: Stories.
Sure men could enjoy sex, and the ones that Kitsune had dated had seemed to enjoy their fooling around, but enjoying sex and using it to get what you want were two very different things.
Naru, having appraised Keitaro as "acceptable" turned her attention back to what she considered his most appealing feature. Her delicate hand traced a line down his torso, approaching his waistline when another voice, one of a woman older than the ones Keitaro had encountered rang out.
"WHERE IS EVERYONE? I'VE GOT SOME IMPORTANT NEWS!"
"Shit, Haruka-san!" Kitsune cursed. "Quick, you girls hide him, I'll stall her."
"Stall who?" Haruka Urashima demanded as she approached her friends in the corridor.
"I…"
"Aunt Haruka?"
"Keitaro? What are you doing here?"
"I was hoping he'd be doing me," Naru said, her hand centimetres away from the thick shaft between Keitaro's legs.
"Wait, you know him?"
"I do," Haruka confirmed. "Naru, get your hands off Keitaro."
"But…"
"Now." Haruka's voice wasn't loud, but the tone was hinting at incredible danger if she was disobeyed.
"Yes, Haruka-san," Naru said, stepping away from Keitaro.
"Now, why don't we make some tea while Keitaro and Naru put some clothes on."
"Does he have to?" Motoko asked.
"Does it have to be tea?" Kitsune asked.
"Yes and yes. You thirsty girls need to back off for five minutes; sit on an icepack if you need to. This is important and affects all of you," Haruka chided. Her mask was impeccable as her steely gaze swept over Keitaro's nude form. 'Oh, Kei-kun, I can see why they're so touchy-feely with you…'
Five minutes later, Keitaro and Naru were dressed and wearing their spectacles as they arrived in the dining room.
Motoko and Kitsune had been asking Haruka for details about Keitaro, but the elder Urashima had been unable to give out too much information about her adopted nephew.
"Welcome to the Hinata Sou All-Girls' Dormitory, Keitaro," Haruka said as she poured five cups of tea.
"Than- Wait, what? All-girls' dormitory?" the young man asked. "Since when? Grandmother never said anything about that in the letter she sent me!"
"Letter?" Kitsune asked.
"Yes," Keitaro pulled out the letter he'd been sent and read from it. "Dear Keitaro-kun, please can you come to the Hinata Sou as soon as possible. I have something very important to talk to you about. We have a tram stop at the bottom of the hill, but in case you need to send any belongings over, here is the address…"
Placing the letter on the table for others to confirm his story, the confused young man picked up his cup of tea and inhaled the delicate aroma.
"So yeah, there's nothing in there about his becoming a dormitory. Grandmother would have known that I haven't been here for a few years, so why didn't she mention anything when she wrote to me?"
Haruka scanned the message Keitaro had been sent and frowned. It didn't have nearly as many of the details that the fax she'd received earlier that day.
"Aunt Haruka?"
"Don't call me 'Aunt', Keitaro. You know it makes me feel old."
"Sorry. I… Well, what did she want to talk to me about?"
"I got this fax earlier," the elder Urashima answered. She read from her message. "Hi Haruka-chan, I'm retiring to take a trip overseas. My first stop is New Zealand for a close up view of Haka. I do like me a bit of Kiwi, if you know what I mean. Don't worry about the dorm, Keitaro is coming over to the Hinata Sou to manage it for me. He'll have to go to the cram school if he's still trying to get into Toudai, but either way, he'll be taking care of everyone and everything. Love, Granny Hina."
Motoko sipped her tea as she thought about this situation. Keitaro's arrival had been unexpected, but not unpleasant. His need for glasses and the mention of Toudai, Tokyo University, implied that he was a reasonably scholarly sort. His physique implied that he hadn't avoided sports entirely, though he could do with a more strenuous fitness plan to give him that little bit more muscle tone and stamina. That was good, it wouldn't do for a member of the prestigious Shinmeiryu to have someone who was only there for ornamental purposes.
The kendoist blushed as she considered the most appealing feature this Keitaro fellow had. She'd been jealous of her elder sister, Tsuruko, getting married. So much so, she'd nearly caused a huge family schism by flirting with her brother-in-law, Kouji. If she'd met Keitaro before that incident, there wouldn't have been as many problems in the Aoyama clan.
Motoko certainly wouldn't have been accused of trying to NTR her own sister.
'Although, if Aneue was to know what Keitaro packs, she might be the jealous one…'
The thought of having one-upped her "perfect" sister made Motoko smile, though its smugness was hidden by her teacup.
"So, what now? I mean, am I supposed to run things here?" Keitaro asked. "I don't really know much about this sort of thing, and is it really appropriate for me to stay here when it's only for women?"
"Oh, Keitaro-kun, I can assure that it's most appropriate for you to stay here," Kitsune winked playfully.
"Yes, I think we should honour Granny Hina's wishes," Naru nodded.
Haruka could see how her friends were considering what they would do with Keitaro and she didn't like it one bit. She'd allowed friends to try something with Keitaro before, and it had caused him to be sent away to that dreary all-boys' school. But, she reasoned, it did mean that he hadn't been corrupted by some slut from the local high school, or worse, its faculty.
Too often, female teachers would make inappropriate advances on male students. Colloquially known as "Cake x Twink" in some circles, some degenerates considered it "good culture", but those were people who didn't understand the damage it could do to a young person's development.
Haruka had nearly been one of those people, attempting to ara-ara Keitaro with her friends when he was only 10. Thankfully, she'd seen the error of her ways and had turned her attention to other, more age appropriate men.
If Keitaro was to stay and manage the dorms, then Haruka knew she'd have to keep an eye on things. If only to keep Kitsune from behaving like a drunken THOT. Naru was an aggressive little bitch, too.
If the story about why Motoko moved out here was true, she might end up being more than a little ruthless in her pursuit of Keitaro if he picked someone else.
'Besides,' Haruka told herself, 'It's no fun if it's too easy for them. Granny would make the bitches work for it.' "So, why don't we have some proper introductions?"
"I… I'm Keitaro Urashima, I'm currently studying to get into Toudai. I'm nineteen years old, my blood types is AB," Keitaro introduced himself with a bow.
"I'm Mitsune Konno, but all my friends call me 'Kitsune'. You can call me Kitsune, too," Mitsune said, winking playfully at Keitaro. "I'm also nineteen. We have so much in common."
"I'm Naru Narusegawa," Naru said, casting some side-eye towards her friend. Yet again, Kitsune was flirting with the nearest male she wasn't related to. Just because she had those huge boobs of hers, it didn't give her the right to barge to the front of the queue for men!
"I'm eighteen years old, and I'm about to take the entrance exam for Toudai. Maybe we can go to Toudai together?" the auburn-haired woman suggested.
Haruka nodded in approval. Naru was trying something other than the direct route to get into a man's pants. She'd lose patience before long and resort to the her previous habits, but it was nice that she was learning.
"I'm Motoko Aoyama," the raven-haired young woman said, bowing respectfully. "I am seventeen years old, but I will be eighteen in December. I'm studying the family sword style, the Shinmeiryu."
Keitaro bowed in turn to each of the young women. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I do have a question though. How can the Hinata Sou stay open with just three tenants?"
"There is another tenant," Haruka said, smiling. "She's just not here right now."
"Oh, who's that?"
"Amalla Suu."
The younger women winced at the name. Their fellow tenant was a woman unlike any other. She was as fun as Kitsune, as fierce as Motoko and as smart as Naru. Under normal circumstances, Amalla was the best friend you could hope for. Smart, resourceful, charming and with an exotic allure that could attract men like moths to a flame.
Unfortunately, there were drought stricken parts of the globe that were less thirsty than the Princess Amalla Suu.
When she'd had a few cocktails inside her, Amalla's libido was such that it made Kitsune look positively chaste. Motoko had lost count of the number times of the princess had "accidentally" fallen out of her dress, and her perfect, bronzed breasts were on display for all to see on a night out.
What had been even more embarrassing for Motoko was the time she'd been asked to help put them back in the dress as Amalla's hands were full at the time. That had led to some confusing dreams for the kendoist.
"Who's Amalla Suu?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Haruka smirked. "So, why don't we get you settled into your room, Keitaro?"
"Room?"
"There's no point in you commuting, is there?" the elder Urashima asked. "Your door will have a lock, so you don't have to worry about your things."
The tenants frowned slightly at that news. How else were they supposed to come to their landlord if something came up in the middle of the night?
To be continued…
