AU: Shinobi Affexions

Due to highly effective contraceptive shinobi arts being simplified enough to become mainstream in the past few years, shinobi are free to have some fun in-between death-defying missions. It's not exactly rampant, but one-night stands and friends with benefits are noticeably more common than in the main worlds.

Incidentally, a certain number of kunoichi have fewer qualms about making intimate relationships.

(Basically Shinobi Refle, but smut.)



How long has it been, like six months? Well, either way I'm finally coming back to this AU.

I can't promise that the next one will be soon, I have other stories I want to write, but I hope you guys stick around for the future installments regardless. I do like writing for this series, but I also have 100 different ideas at once and it's hard to stay focused.


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Part 3: Katsuragi


During a certain evening, in a local ramen shop in Tokyo, the owner was having a rather poor day.

It was sad, really, because it started out so well. Definitely not groundbreaking by any means, but a day with no incidents at all was a good day in his book.

Unfortunately for him, incidents did occur, and his good day was officially ruined.

"Here you are. Enjoy." He smiled as he placed a tray with five bowls of beef ramen on the counter, doing his best to ignore the way his sore body protested the movement. The customer, a tanned girl wearing a white shirt and jeans, thanked him as she took the tray and walked over to a nearby table where four other girls were sitting.

The store wasn't the source of his troubles. Rather, it was his reprieve. The incidents actually occurred in the other aspect of his life.

As it turned out, it wasn't just awesome ramen recipes that he inherited from his parents. He also got their lifestyle as an evil shinobi.

Not that he was some kind of bigshot — not even his parents made it that far — but he was skilled enough to take the odd job every now and again. In the world of evil shinobi, anyone and everyone was a potential buyer; all that mattered was which jobs you were willing to take for a certain amount of yen.

It was because of that training that he knew that the group of girls off to the side, currently digging into their ramen like a pack of starved animals, were in fact shinobi themselves. Their postures alone were a dead giveaway.

He wouldn't be surprised if they were aware of him as well, but as long as they didn't start any trouble, that was that.

Some might wonder why he would bother to open up a ramen shop while juggling with the shinobi lifestyle, but it was pretty simple: It had always been his dream to open his own business, and even the constant stresses of shinobi life wouldn't stop him.

To him, it ranked above ending up in some ditch by the roadside after a failed mission.

At least his parents supported him.

Even so, he still needed some extra money, and that meant he couldn't exactly retire early from shinobi life, even if it led to occasional bruises like the ones currently souring his day.

But maybe the actual issue was the one person who quite often was to blame for said bruises.

"Heeeey! There's my favorite chef!"

… and she just walked through the doors.

He let out a weary sigh as he glanced at the entrance, eyeing a very smug blonde girl in a school uniform who confidently sauntered her way through his shop, her hips swaying side to side.

One of the girls sitting at the table, sporting green-hair, glanced up at the sound of the blonde's voice. If she wanted to say hello to her, the mouthful of noodles made it a tad difficult.

"What's up?" Katsuragi pulled up a barstool and sat herself on it. She leaned forward, making sure to show off her cleavage from her twice unbuttoned shirt, as she grinned from ear to ear. "Hope you didn't spend too long missing your favorite customer."

"... You were here yesterday, and the day before that." He gave the blonde a blank look. "In fact, it might be easier to remember all the times you haven't been here. Those days tend to be peaceful and quiet."

"Ouch! You wound me, sir!" Katsuragi gave him an entirely fake offended look. "Eye candy doesn't come cheap, you know. Plenty of boys would pay to get the view you get for free every day."

The owner rolled his eyes. "And they'd all likely ask for a refund if they spent half as much time with you as I do."

Katsuragi playfully stuck her tongue out at him. "Cranky today, aren't we?"

"You kicked me in the face a few hours ago."

Katsuragi laughed at his bemoaning tone. "Aw, lighten up. I got my ass kicked on missions, too. It comes with the turf."

"If it wasn't for healing scrolls, you'd have put me in a hospital by now." He said matter-of-factly. "Have you ever considered not beating me to a pulp every time you see me on a mission? That'd make my life a little easier."

"Hey, give me a little more credit than that." Katsuragi frowned at him playfully, leaning into her hand. "I try to go as easy as possible, but it's kind of hard to do that when you're busy fighting a dozen other shinobi grunts." She smiled again. "Case in point, I left at least half of those guys with broken arms, the other half with some cracked ribs. You didn't get either because I'm really nice, see?"

"How thoughtful of you," he said flatly. "Honestly, I feel like you seek me out on purpose sometimes."

"Nah, I'm just naturally attracted to beating up asshats in my free time." She grinned. "Not my fault you like to take crappy protection jobs."

"And it's not my fault that you feel the need to beat up asshats in your spare time instead of… doing anything normal."

"Semantics." Did she even know what that word meant? "Anyway! I didn't come here just to chit chat. I'm starving!" To enunciate her point, she patted her belly. "Give me my usual, if you would be so kind?"

Rolling his eyes, the owner went over to the kitchen and got to work.

Honestly, it wasn't like he ran into this girl on every single mission, but their encounters were more frequent than he would have liked.

One day, he simply noticed that the loudmouthed blonde shinobi ruining his current job was somewhat familiar, and then she kept showing up. Perhaps their paths had been crossing for much longer than that, but it was only after his mind properly registered her appearance that he began to notice it.

It wasn't just her, in fact. From the amount of times the same people repeatedly beat him up, he began to wonder if Tokyo was actually way smaller than it seemed.

She was the most annoying one, however. To call her taunting grating would be an understatement, and maybe that was what led him to calling her out during one of their encounters.

Perhaps that had been a mistake. Actually talking to her had separated him from the masses of faceless enemy shinobi she often trampled upon.

Katsuragi also began recognizing him whenever they met. That was terrible, because it meant she could personalize her taunts just for him.

Then one day she walked into his ramen shop with a wide grin and nearly made his heart stop.

Fortunately, the only thing she eliminated that day was a large enough quantity of ramen to feed a family, and then she left like nothing happened, almost making him wonder if it had been just a daydream.

The fact she proceeded to come back almost everyday pointed towards a resounding "no."

Still, it was better than her plunging a kunai deep into his neck, he supposed.

"Here you go." He slid a bowl of ramen to Katsuragi's direction, silently wondering how long it would take for her to notice the adjustments he made to her order.

It was two seconds.

"Hey! What the heck is this?!" Katsuragi gestured at her bowl, aghast like it was something deeply offensive to her. "These noodles are all different, and way too much green stuff! Where's all the meat?!"

"It's vegan ramen. It's better for your health." He responded casually. "Some tofu, pak choi, mushrooms, little soy sauce. Way more nutritional than the usual stuff you shove in your mouth."

Katsuragi didn't answer him, instead staring at the bowl like a spoiled kid who was being forced to eat their vegetables.

"Oh, just eat it. It's not gonna kill you."

Katsuragi sighed wearily and heavily. "Fine, but if I get sick from this crud, you owe me at least three bowls of real ramen."

The owner rolled his eyes, watching as Katsuragi hesitantly dug into the vegan ramen.

It would have been more accurate to say that she looked like she was being tortured as she slowly brought the noodles to her mouth and began eating.

Well, that's how it started. The blonde definitely made some very interesting faces as she ate it. For his part, he had to suppress a very smug smile with how much Katsuragi seemed to shift from being revolted to enjoying it.

Katsuragi gazed up at him, a mouthful of noodles dangling from her mouth. She slurped them up, some broth dripping down to her school shirt as she wiped her mouth with her arm.

The grace of a shinobi.

"Well?"

Katsuragi pursed her lips. "It's… passable."

He snorted. "You can say you liked it, you know."

"Nah. You coulda just given me my usual, but you just had to force me to eat all that green stuff." Katsuragi leaned back with a pout. "And it's not even cheap! My regular isn't half as pricey as that stuff!" She gestured to the menu to further her point. "This is practically highway robbery!"

He wasn't very impressed. "As if you'd pay, to begin with."

"I would pay you, but poor little Choco had to go to the vet after swallowing my wallet." Katsuragi looked positively heartbroken as she spoke, her emerald eyes welling up with emotion. "It was so tragic."

"... Acting's good, but that lie was horrendous." He leaned into the corner, his arms folded on the top as he gave her a dull look. "Seriously? 'My dog ate it'? That's the oldest excuse in the book."

"Hey, you'd be surprised how much he can actually eat without puking it up!" she told him. "Besides, shouldn't my pure feminine beauty be enough for payment? I mean, how often do you get hot girls like me coming in?"

He blinked at her. "Call me when your 'pure feminine beauty' pays my bills."

"Kat, why are you bothering this guy?"

Just when the blonde was about to open her mouth to reply, the green-haired girl from the table walked up to her. Her expression was as placid as they could get, her tone plain and dragging.

"... Why would you automatically assume I'm bothering him? You hurt me, Hikage!" Katsuragi feigned a hurtful expression.

The girl simply stared at her.

"Well, you usually bother people, so…"

"Huh, so you're Hikage?" The owner raised his eyebrows as he looked at her. The green-haired girl just scratched her head in response.

"Oh, right, you two never met, have you?" Katsuragi hit her head, letting out a surprised laugh. "Who woulda thought? I see you two every day and I never noticed! Isn't that funny?"

"So you two are friends, then?" Hikage tilted her head, looking right at the owner as she asked that.

"That's definitely a word you could use." He sighed. "Mostly she just barges in and robs me of a few bowls of ramen."

Hikage glanced back at Katsuragi. "You didn't pay him?"

He had to stifle a laugh at the awkward face Katsuragi had just made.

"You're hopeless." Hikage shook her head. She pulled back the collar of her red sweater, rummaging around and pulling out a few notes to place on the counter. "This should be enough, right?"

"... Yeah, that's plenty." He took the money without questioning it.

"Oh, Hikage, you're a lifesaver!" Katsuragi, meanwhile, was smiling ear to ear as she praised her friend. "How about I give your boobs a massage as a token of my gratitude~?"

"Yeah, no, I'm good," Hikage flatly answered.

"Bah, I'll get you next time." Katsuragi grinned, completely undeterred by the rejection.

The chef just rolled his eyes as he put the money into the register, reaching out for his ladle to finish preparing the next order.

He didn't really want to explain that Katsuragi got all of her meals for free, but he still felt a little bad for taking her money.

"Well, I'm leaving." Hikage said as she turned around, noticing her team was already halfway out the doors.

"Now that you mention it, I should head out too." Kat smirked as she pushed herself off the seat, following right behind Hikage. "Oh, one more thing. Hey, boss?"

He glanced up at her. "What now?"

With a wink, Katsuragi pulled her shirt up and flashed her bare breasts.

He promptly dropped the ladle he was holding, the utensil clanking against the counter.

"Hm?" Hikage turned around just when the blonde pulled her shirt back down. "What happened?"

"Nothing, he's just clumsy." Kat was grinning as she headed out, with a confused Hikage trailing right behind her.

The owner just grumbled.

That woman was going to kill him someday.


After closing up shop for the night, the shop owner made his way back to his home.

It was a simple process. He saved shinobi work for the morning and afternoon, then spent his evenings and nights running his ramen shop. Free time came afterwards, usually during the weekends, so he could relax all he wanted before bed.

His schedule wasn't exactly packed, but managing two occupations at once was quite a stressful process on its own.

He made his way up the stairs of his apartment complex, silently wincing with each step, until he reached the top floor. He easily located his apartment, pushing the keys in and opening the door to walk inside. As he closed the door behind him and headed to the living room, his eyes scanned the surroundings.

There didn't seem to be anyone else around.

Sighing, he moved to sit down on the couch.

That was when a figure came out of absolutely nowhere and jumped right at him, embracing him as his back hit the nearby couch.

The blonde girl, who he saw just a few hours ago, wore just an oversized white shirt as she pressed against his midsection, looking up at him with a wide smile.

"Hi."

"... Hey." He shuffled against the couch. "Someday, I'm just going to dodge you."

"You won't, though," Katsuragi shot back. "Why would you even dodge it? How else am I supposed to greet my cute housemate?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Is that what you're calling us now?"

Katsuragi smiled playfully at him. "Am I wrong? Now shush and let me cuddle you."

"Hm…"

He didn't raise any objections when the blonde snuggled up against him. She seemed genuinely content being in this position with him, with her head on his chest and her arms around his waist.

It was kind of amazing to him that this was the same girl from a few hours ago. It was like there was some switch in her that made her go from a gremlin to a puppy.

Not that he really minded, though.

On the edge of the room, he saw Choco on his small dog bed, eyeing them with his tongue out. The sight was common enough for him not to even bother with reacting anymore.

After all, they had been living together for a few months already.

It surprised him when Katsuragi first came up with the idea. Back then, he mentioned certain monetary issues he was facing while trying to balance work and shinobi life, and she suddenly threw that offer at him.

As an Elite from a well-known school who everyone wants to hire, Katsuragi didn't have any money issues of her own, and she told him she was thinking of moving to a bigger place soon. Her genius plan was for him to move in with her, and then all his issues would be magically solved.

Of course, when he said no, she proceeded to spend several days being horribly insistent about it until he relented.

Honestly, he had a feeling that the idea of moving from her old apartment never crossed Katsuragi's mind before that conversation, and the whole thing had been her way to immediately take advantage of the situation.

That girl was surprisingly shrewd sometimes. Maybe that just came with being an Elite.

Well, this was better than his previous situation, so there really wasn't much to complain about.

After a few minutes of silent cuddling, the man ultimately cleared his throat. "Hey, uh, I'd like to keep doing this, but I want to make dinner."

Katsuragi looked at him, a little pouty. "But I wanna stay like this a little longer…"

He sighed. "Come on, you know what happens when you skip food. I'll make something good tonight."

"Fine…" She moaned. "But, just so you know, everything you make is good."

"Yeah, because you tell me that every night."

"Because it's true!"

With a chuckle, he finally untangled himself from Kat and got up from the couch. He made his way into the kitchen and reached up into the cabinets to pull ingredients out.

Katsuragi followed him, with Choco scampering behind her. She played with the dog while he set up everything, moving it to the stove to cook.

It was only then that Katsuragi stopped playing with her dog, moving up to hug him from behind.

"Oooh, that looks tasty." She commented, peeking over his shoulder.. "I really lucked out with you, huh?"

If he weren't used to her suddenly pressing her breasts against him for one reason or another, he might have flinched.

"I swear, one of these days I'll make you cook dinner for me instead." He glanced back at her. "Didn't you tell me you entered a cooking competition once?"

"Yeah, but your food's better," said Katsuragi. "Kinda reminds me of my mom's."

He hummed at that.

Katsuragi seemed to think for a moment. "Tell you what, next time I'll whip up an awesome dinner for you. I'll put on an apron and a chef's hat and everything. Deal?"

He snickered at that mental image. "I'll hold you to that."

The rest of the cooking went by pretty smoothly. It didn't take long for him to finish and set the plates onto the table.

Katsuragi didn't waste any time digging right in and praising him like usual. All he did was make sure that Choco didn't try and steal any of the food.

Despite being so rambunctious, their dinner was oddly quiet for once.

Katsuragi finished first like always, but she spent a while looking down with her fork dragging against the empty plate.

She seemed deep in thought about something, and curiosity got the better of him. "Something on your mind? You look pretty distracted."

"Well, I've been thinking…" Kat looked up at him. "When was the last time we hung out together?"

He paused for a moment, puzzled. "I mean, we kinda live together."

"Well duh, but just think for a second. Aside from all the time at home, do we really make time just for us?" Katsuragi asked. "Ninja work is one thing, but you run a whole ramen store by yourself. I only ever see you at work or when you're home at night, and even by then, you're usually pretty spent afterwards. Am I wrong?"

By virtue, his answer tended to be 'yes', but for once, Katsuragi had a point. "Maybe, but I really enjoy doing it, so is there much of an issue?"

"More than you enjoy hanging out with your completely platonic roommate?" Katsuragi asked, smirking. "We barely do things together before we head off to bed. Really, how's that fair?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Is this your really roundabout way of asking me out?"

"I'm not asking you out. I'm suggesting that we hang out because we rarely ever do," the blonde insisted, as if it were something completely different. "So how about a night out, just you and me?"

"... Do I have a say in that, or did you just decide for me?"

"Come on, you can afford to close up shop for one day, can't you?" Katsuragi clapped her hands together, looking a little pleading. "You, me, spending the night going wherever we want. Whaddya think, Choco?"

"Arf!"

"See, he agrees!"

"You make it sound so simple…" he muttered. "Okay, let's say I agree. Where do you plan on taking me?"

"How about Akihabara?" came her immediate answer. "We could spend the whole night out there."

"Akihabara?" He thought about that for a moment. "I usually just go there to buy stuff these days."

"Well, now's the perfect chance to actually hang around there!" The blonde pointed to herself. "C'mon, I know that place like the back of my hand. Whaddya say?"

He had a feeling that, no matter what he responded with, Katsuragi would still drag him out with her. She was so set on it already that he doubted his answer would have made much of a difference.

Still, it wasn't like he was against a date with her. Or a 'platonic hangout,' as she called it. It might even be nice to get out and spend some time with Katsuragi, despite all the trouble she often caused.

He made up his mind.

"Yeah, fine. Let's go with that."

Katsuragi grinned. "Awesome, you're the best!"

He shook his head, sighing with a smirk.

"With that outta the way…" Katsuragi stood up, taking the plate to the sink. "Now that we're done with dinner, how about we move on to dessert?"

"Dessert? But I didn't buy any…"

Katsuragi sat on the table in front of him, grinning. With both hands, she lifted the oversized white shirt.

She wasn't wearing a bra. Or panties.

"... Oh."

Well, that was going to take up the rest of his night.


The date hadn't even begun and he was regretting it already.

He stood outside of the train station, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants combo with a beanie on his head, idly checking his smartphone. He was leaned up against the wall as various people entered and exited the station. Even as the sun was starting to set, it was no less busy.

Katsuragi had given him specific instructions to meet with her here so they could take the train together to Akihabara. He was still a little hesitant about it, but he placed enough faith in Kat's ability to lead him around.

… Well, that was the plan, but there was a minor snag.

Katsuragi wasn't here yet.

He sighed impatiently as he glanced up for what had to be the umpteenth time, failing to spot the blonde girl amongst the crowd of people yet again.

Why exactly did he trust her to be on time? Katsuragi routinely failed to follow schedules.

Would she be mad if he left? Did he even care enough at this point?

"Sorry I kept you waiting!"

Just as he was considering that, he heard her voice that was a tad too cheery for the circumstance.

With a sigh, he shoved his smartphone into his pocket. "How did you manage to be late for your own plans?" He looked up to glare at her. "It's like you're doing this on pur—"

He froze.

He had expected Katsuragi to just show up in some casual clothes, like he did.

Apparently, she didn't agree.

Her blonde hair was tied back into a long ponytail with a black ribbon. She wore an open cropped black leather jacket with blue highlights and a metal chain hanging around her cleavage, black leather shorts that were far too small with a blue belt, black heeled boots, a glove on her left hand, an abundance of jewelry on her right, and… was that a dragon tattoo on her thigh?!

Still, none of that could stand up to the fact that Katsuragi seemed to be wearing nothing underneath that open jacket of hers.

Now, he knew the laws in Japan were a little lax when it came to wearing stuff like that. Even amongst the occasional passersby around them, that much was clear to see: cleavage cutouts, incredibly low necklines, crop tops short enough to expose the underside of the breasts, backless dresses worn casually rather than for fancy parties, and even cropped shirts with small rips around the chest area as some sort of fashion statement.

Sights like that would be utterly scandalous decades ago, but now, while not the absolute majority, they were common enough.

… However.

However.

His eyes fell on Katsuragi's chest. There didn't seem to be anything holding the small, open jacket in place. A wrong movement would easily cause it to move, and her breasts jiggled slightly with every breath she took.

Regardless of how things were in the present, a girl flashing her bare breasts in public wasn't exactly recognized as a mainstream fashion statement.

Or legal, for that matter.

"I… You…" He fought the urge to keep his eyes level with Katsuragi's, ignoring her very pleased expression while he did so. "Where…I— What is that outfit?"

"You like it?" Katsuragi ran her gloved hand through her hair, her other hand on her hip as she posed for him. "I wanted something spicy, so I asked a friend some favors." She grinned. "Really hot, right?"

The people walking by were staring at her. He didn't know if Katsuragi noticed, since she was far too busy looking proud of herself.

"Judging by your totally stunned face, you love it, riiiight~?" Her tone was sing-songy as she sauntered closer to him, her unrestrained breasts swaying with her movement. "I knew you would~!"

"... Okay." He breathed in and out, finally gaining a bearing on himself. "First things first, please tell me you're wearing something under that jacket."

"Of course you'd ask that first." Katsuragi rolled her eyes, as if she expected that kind of response. "You remind me of Ikaruga sometimes."

He gave her a look.

"Relax, dude." With a small smirk, Katsuragi lifted up one of the ends of her jacket. He had a small heart attack before he noticed the small black pasty covering her nipple. "Did you really think I'd come out here in the buff? I have a little more sense than that."

"Could have fooled me…" he muttered. Still a risky outfit, but at the very least she shouldn't get arrested for indecent exposure. "And the tattoo?"

"It's fake." Katsuragi assured him, rubbing her exposed thigh. "Gotta say, though, it looks really good on me. I might get a real one."

"Please don't…"

The blonde laughed. "I'm just messing with you. So, do you like it?"

"... It looks great on you. Amazing, actually." He admitted. "Just do me a favor and never surprise me like that again."

"Sorry, I guess I'm a little excited tonight." Katsuragi smirked as she slid up next to him, taking his arm into hers. With her suddenly being so close to him, he noticed that she was wearing perfume. "Now come on, Akihabara isn't gonna wait for us!"

Without bothering to wait for his response, she dragged him into the train with her, where plenty of passengers looked up to stare at his completely platonic, underdressed housemate as they sat down together.

She didn't even bother to separate herself from him. If anything, she moved herself closer and leaned her head on his shoulder, sending an obvious to anyone on the train on her relationship status.

In that position, her breasts were perfectly pressed right up against his arm.

At that moment, he was really grateful that his pants were baggy.


In spite of the surprise earlier, the trip to Akihabara was mostly stress free.

Having left the station, the duo made their way to the district to do… whatever it was that Katsuragi had in mind. He wasn't really afraid to admit that he didn't really have any plans in mind for the trip, so he was content with letting the blonde take him around the district.

Katsuragi was insistent on sticking close and showing him around, never letting go of his arm from the moment they left the train. She was maybe a little too happy to drag him around the district, excitedly pointing to various shops that she was definitely planning on taking him to while easily avoiding the crowds of staring people around them.

… He had to admit the way she excitedly pulled him around was somewhat cute.

"So, where do you wanna go first?" Katsuragi asked him. "I was thinking of an arcade to flex my skills, but there's a manga place right down there and I know for a fact that Asuka wanted to freshen up her stock. But there's some video games down there, and I bet Hibari would like some…" She looked deep in thought as she scoured the choices in front of her, then she turned to him. "What do you think?"

She looked at him expectantly, practically jumping up and down in excitement like she was Choco.

"Hm..." He looked around, pondering his choices before setting his eyes on a familiar, giant building. "Well, Yodobashi's right there, and I have been meaning to get a new rice cooker, so how about there?"

Katsuragi beamed at that proposal. "Alright, sweet. Not a bad choice, so… Wait, is that Hibari?"

"Huh?" He followed Kat's surprised gaze to one of the arcades. He saw a pink-haired girl wearing casual clothes walking into the entrance of Yodobashi, holding onto the arm of a boy who looked to be around her age. "Oh. That's one of your friends, right?"

"And she's on a date? With a boy?" Katsuragi sounded genuinely stunned. Then she whistled. "Well, well! Looks like my little girl's finally growing up! And it looks like she bagged a really nice catch too." She sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. "I'm so proud of her…"

"... Is it just me, or is someone following her?"

He pointed in a direction a little way's from the pinkette, zeroing out a white-haired girl with twintails trailing behind where Hibari just went in.

"Ignore her," Katsuragi said, suddenly serious.

He was a little stunned at the sudden change in her mood. "W-What?"

"Ignore that girl. Just avoid eye contact outright." She told him, deadly serious. "If we get involved, our date ends right there."

"... So you admit it's a date?"

"Nope."

He stared at her, while she maintained that serious expression.

Then she broke into a goofy smile. "Platonic hangout, remember?"

"... Right." Honestly, this girl…

"Anyway!" Just like that, her cherry mood was back. "Yodobashi's gigantic, so hopefully we can avoid interrupting Hibari's little date. Let's go!"

With that, she grabbed his hand and led him to the building.

This shouldn't be too bad, right?


It was a little worse than he expected.

Yodobashi was crowded, not that it was much of a surprise, and only the years of shinobi training made it possible to bob and weave through the dense crowds of people. They ended up taking an escalator to a higher floor, which was packed with different types of home equipment and hardware.

Compared to the lower floors, it was practically a ghost town. He doubted people didn't come to Yodobashi late at night to look for appliances.

It was fine with him, because it meant he was free to pursue the selection of rice cookers in peace.

Well, for the most part.

"Uuuugh…"

From behind him, his completely platonic roommate groaned impatiently. She tapped her foot and looked straight up at the ceiling with her arms crossed, the action propping up her ample breasts, as she leaned against the wall.

"Yes? Is something the matter?" He glanced back at her, doing his best to keep his eyes away from her chest.

"Are you going to hurry up and pick one already?" Katsuragi glared at him. "You've been looking at these things for an hour!"

"... It's been five minutes, relax." He said, unamused. "I just want to find the right one, is that so bad?"

"What? They're all the same thing, aren't they?"

He clicked his tongue. "Only an amateur would think like that. I bought my last cooker for cheap to save money, and I paid the price. The rice was always either too soggy or undercooked!"

The busty blonde looked entirely uninterested. "Sorry, dude. You should talk to Asuka if you want in-depth rice conversations."

Rolling his eyes, he picked up a shiny silver cooker from the shelf. "Fine, I'll go with this one."

"Finally." Katsuragi huffed in relief, pushing herself from the wall. "Now we can actually look around for the good stuff!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you need from here? We've already done all the shopping here a few months ago."

"I won't know unless I see!" She exclaimed proudly. "You never know unless you look around for an hour or two."

"And you said I'm taking too long…" He grumbled, putting the rice cooker in a cart. "Also, how the hell aren't you freezing from the AC?"

Katsuragi smirked at him. "I'm way ahead of you, dude. I put heating seals on my outfit so I can walk around sexy and cozy." She tugged at the collar a little. "Though, it does get a little sweaty under here…"

As she said that, his control wavered. His eyes couldn't help but wander to her exposed chest. He noticed how moist her skin actually was, with droplets of sweat dripping down her breasts and between her cleavage.

Combined with the way her boobs were jiggling, the sight was a little… very enticing…

"Hmmmm~? Is something distracting you?

Upon hearing her smug tone, he instantly tore his gaze away from her chest. He caught a glimpse of her very pleased expression before his eyes found their way back down to the floor.

His heart was going about a mile a minute, for the record.

"Hey, hey, did I say I minded?" Katsuragi sounded far too happy as she spoke. "You can stare all you want. Or were you imagining doing a little more with me?"

He looked straight back up at the busty blonde, keeping his eyes straight at her smiling face with a scowl. "You're completely delusional."

Katsuragi laughed, putting a hand on her hip. "Come on. You can be honest with me. What was going on in that head of yours, hm~?" She leaned forward, letting her breasts hang with a teasing, lecherous smirk. "You were definitely thinking about my tits, weren't you?"

He looked away from her, growling. "Only because you've got them practically on full display. Did you even notice everyone staring at you?"

"Yeah, but none of those people feel as good as it does when you stare at me!" She replied, putting a hand on her cheek. "With eyes like that ogling my body, you got me thinking of all kinds of things! You're making me blush!"

"... We're done here." He droned, walking straight past Katsuragi. "And done with this conversation."

"Hey!" She turned around to follow him, smirking the whole time. "We're not leaving yet, I still have stuff to buy!"


They were in Yodobashi for close to an hour before Katsuragi was finished shopping, much to his annoyance.

In all fairness, half of the things she bought were gifts for her friends. Still, he couldn't help but groan as the busty blonde unashamedly took her time buying things. The hypocrisy felt a little absurd.

Well, at least they wouldn't have to carry all of that stuff. Shortly after leaving the store, Katsuragi put everything they bought, including the rice cooker, into the storage seal between her breasts after making sure they were out of view.

He still didn't understand why that was where most kunoichi placed it, but he long stopped asking that question.

After that was over, Katsuragi had opted to drag him to Mandarake.

It was mainly to get some gifts for her friends. She explored the vast collections of manga and merchandise, picking out what she thought her team would like.

He wanted to be annoyed at how long they spent there, but the way Katsuragi smiled while wondering out loud which gifts would be the best was too endearing for that.

After getting what she needed, Katsuragi took him along to the upper floors. They bumped into a tall girl wearing a weird ogre mask and a gyaru girl along the way. Quite literally, in fact, and Katsuragi accidentally knocked a bunch of merchandise out of the former's hands.

She actually stopped and helped her pick the stuff up before apologizing. He didn't even get a chance to talk before she dragged him away with her.

He didn't understand why the girl was even taking him to the upper floors. He figured that her shopping was done.

It was only when he noticed all the cosplay outfits that it started to click in his mind, and how… little clothing was actually on display.

It didn't get any better when Katsuragi started plucking outfits off the racks and putting them into a bag, dragging him into the changing room when she was done.

This was how he found himself in his current situation.

"Soooo, how do I look~?"

Which was, invariably, being exposed to Katsuragi trying on a variety of different cosplays.

He swallowed as he looked up, doing everything in his power to keep his face neutral as she exposed him to her newest outfit. She had gone through an array of them already, starting with a nurse, a bunny girl, a police uniform, a Chinese dress, a wedding dress, and even a Santa outfit.

Each one had gotten progressively more revealing than the last, but her current one wasn't even trying to be subtle.

It was a belly dancer outfit, decorated in a blue hue that included a mask, bra, panties and hip skirt draping down her left leg. She put one arm behind her head, swaying her hips from side to side as she mimicked the movements of a dance. "Do I look hot or what?"

"... Yeah, it looks great." He said, keeping his face as neutral as possible. After what happened in Yodobashi, he was determined not to slip up anymore. "Are you gonna buy that, too?"

Visibly through the mask, Katsuragi pouted at him. Was she getting upset by his lack of reactions?

Then she grinned.

Before he could even ask, she pulled her top and flashed him.

As it turned out, she removed the pasties.

His immediate reaction was to look away with a blush, but that didn't stop the smug laughing from Katsuragi.

"Hah! Knew that'd get a reaction." She sounded way too proud of herself. "I guess you just like me more when my clothes are off, huh?"

"Shut up…" He retorted, realizing how childish that sounded with how the blonde giggled at him.

This woman was going to be the death of him.


As the outing extended late into the night, he came to a realization.

Katsuragi was absolutely, irrefutably, trying to make him lose control.

The busty blonde held him close as they strolled through the crowded streets, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her holding him like that wasn't much of a surprise; in the few months they've been together, she made it obvious how clingy she could actually be.

However, he knew for a fact that Katsuragi was very mindful of how close she was to him. He could feel her considerable chest rubbing against his arm, and he noticed out of his peripheral vision how much she was grinning.

To the normal passerby, they looked like a perfectly happy couple. To himself, though, he knew that Katsuragi was making it practically her mission to tease him as much as possible.

The worst part about it was that it was working, and Katsuragi was well aware of it.

Did she specifically want to humiliate him in public? She was working him up and acting so smug about it, she had to be especially confident in her ability not to get caught.

However, he doubted most shinobi went as far as Katsuragi did to him.

"Hey! Look at that!" The blonde repeatedly tapped his shoulder, which spurred him to look around and see where she pointed at.

"... Maidreaming?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the place. It was a maid cafe, one of the few in Akihabara. He definitely remembered walking past places like that during his past trips, but he never went to any of them. "What, you want to go there now? No offense, but you might steal a lot of customers' attention."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She smirked. "But I doubt it. Look at the billboards."

He followed her finger again, looking up at the advertisements above the door.

His jaw dropped.

"They got new uniforms~!" Katsuragi was looking right up there with him. "We should go inside and check them out for ourselves, right?"

"What do you— Gah!" The busty blonde didn't bother to wait for his answer as she proceeded to drag him inside.

"Welcome~"

As soon as they made their way in he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight that greeted them.

A girl with pixie curled up brown hair met them at the entrance, dressed in the establishment's uniform as she welcomed the two with a polite bow. Her uniform, if it could even be called such a thing, could only be described as a black bra with white frills on the ends and detached sleeves.

The bra perfectly accentuated the girl's large breasts, and he couldn't help but stare at the way they hung in the air.

The matching black skirt was somehow a worse offense. It was transparent, making it easy to see her lace thong and the garter belt she was wearing with thigh highs.

Katsuragi whistled. "Haruka, fancy seeing you here. Gotta say, love the outfit."

The girl lifted herself back up, wearing a smirk as her eyes shamelessly roamed Katsuragi's body. "I could say the same to you. Is that a new fashion trend? I adore it."

"Custom made. I could get you one too, you'd rock it."

"I'll keep that in mind, but do be aware…" Haruka pointed at a sign near the entrance, which spelled out "NO TOUCHING." "I feel I need to enunciate this especially to you, Katsuragi."

Kat stuck her tongue out. "Kill the fun, why don't you…"

"U-Uh…" He finally found his words again, getting over his initial shock. "Hold on, didn't I see you at the shop yesterday?"

Haruka hummed. "As expected of a fellow shinobi. You recognize us at a glance. I didn't think I'd see a man like you in our fine establishment."

He blushed. "It was Kat's idea…"

"Hm hm, I see." Haruka nodded at him, though she didn't sound convinced. "I assume you're not just here to stare?"

"You got that right." Katsuragi nodded, then smirked. "Though I definitely wouldn't mind if you wanted to keep staring, if I can do the same."

"Hm, I'll keep that in mind." The girl shot back her own smirk as she gestured down the hall. "This way, please."

He didn't even have a moment to say anything before Katsuragi tugged his arm again, taking him along through the halls and into the main area of the cafe.

It was brightly lit, splashed with a wide variety of reds and pinks. There was a set of four tables in the middle, while booth seats were more situated against the walls in front and to the right. Two TVs were set up on either side of the logo on the end, displaying advertisements for the cafe.

On the left was a bar area, where two girls were already seated. One of them was a gyaru girl who was chatting it up with other maids, while the other was a nervous looking brunette with an ogre mask on the side of her head.

'Wait, weren't those two at Mandarake…?'

"Huh, seeing a lot of familiar faces today…" Katsuragi said, voicing his thoughts.

"Please have a seat." Haruka gestured to one of the tables in the middle. They did just that, with Kat sitting to his left. "I'll bring back some menus in just a moment. Just sit patiently for me and don't start any trouble, would you?"

"Can do, ma'am." Katsuragi stretched her arms over her head as Haruka left, her jacket shifting enough to make her pasties easily visible.

He was currently in the process of losing his mind.

He could see the other maid girls moving about and tending to other customers. They made no small effort in showing off their assets, bending over and swaying their hips to give the others clear views of their bodies. All of them acted cheerful and welcoming, and just a little bit flirty.

The girls didn't seem to mind their state of dress at all. Then again, they wouldn't sign up for this type of job if they had a problem with it, he supposed.

The gyaru girl seemed to be really into the cafe's atmosphere, while her friend looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

He related to that.

… Still, that didn't exactly stop him from letting his eyes wander to the eye candy.

"Glad you're starting to be more honest with yourself," said the annoying girl, her tone teasing. "Wish you looked at me like that a little more."

"Shut up…" He grumbled.

Katsuragi snickered. "Hey, it's not a bad thing. This place really knows how to pick their girls~!" Unlike him, Katsuragi was pretty shameless about how much she ogled all of the staff. "Think I can rope Ikaruga into wearing one of those outfits? I wonder how her bellboy would feel about that."

"..."

He didn't respond to Katsuragi, namely because he was busy trying not to panic as he kept his eyes straight to the floor.

Simply put, his body was… reacting to the situation. The pants didn't make it immediately obvious besides a small bulge, and the tablecloth did an amazing job hiding it from view, but he'd be done for the moment he stood up.

So, naturally, the best thing to do was to wait for it to pass.

Unfortunately, Katsuragi noticed that he went silent and pulled herself away from her drooling to give him a questioning look. When she followed his gaze downward, her cheeks tinged pink as she gave him a knowing grin.

Then, without any warning at all, she reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick out.

"!?" He just about had a heart attack when the blonde did that. His eyes nervously glanced around the restaurant as he fought to keep his expression neutral. .

Katsuragi didn't make a sound. Instead, with a slight smirk, she started jerking him off with her gloved hand. He bit his lip, his entire body shivering as pleasure started to hit him. He was simultaneously happy at getting some relief and panicked at the possibility of getting caught.

Still, Katsuragi was an elite shinobi, so she had to know what she was doing, right?

The current feeling of a hand stroking his dick might have dulled his reasoning a little.

"Um…"

The two of them stopped dead in their tracks, both looking up at the busty brunette who happened to come back to their table, holding onto the menu as she gave the duo a surprised smile.

Well, it was official. They were dead.

"As much as I'd normally encourage this behavior, this really isn't that type of establishment," Haruka helpfully informed them in a low voice, while he was busy panicking. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to cease, if you would be so kind?"

Katsuragi's expression didn't waver at all, her hand still firmly placed on his dick. "It's funny that you of all people harp about rules. I'm pretty sure toys aren't allowed here either, but you sure have a few tucked in." She smirked at Haruka. "Wouldn't it be a shame if your boss found that out?"

To that, Haruka smirked back. "My my, I didn't take you for the type of woman to make such threats." She then leaned over the table, letting her large breasts hang in the air. "How about this? Let's say we forget about this minor incident, but only if you two can pay me a little visit after work~?"

He choked on air, while Katsuragi looked unsure how to proceed with the situation.

"HARUKA!"

"Eep!" Haruka instantly stood straight at the new voice, turning around with a fearful look to see a woman in a suit marching towards her. "T-This isn't what it— Gah!"

The woman was having none of it as she pulled on Haruka's ear, the menu escaping from her grasp and making its way under the table as she was dragged away towards a door to the back of the establishment.

For a moment, no one in the cafe said a thing.

That girl's job was probably in danger.

"Huh… That's that, I guess." Katsuragi gave him an awkward look. "Lemme just get the menu."

After saying that, she proceeded to lean down towards him to grab the dropped object.

Except, she didn't do that.

Instead, the damned girl's mouth enveloped his dick in one fell swoop.

"Unf!" He bit his lip, grabbing the edges of his chair as the blonde sucked him off under the table. He could feel her tongue wrapping around his shaft, her head bobbing up and down in quick motions, the girl aiming to finish him off as fast as possible.

In no time at all, he shot his load all into Katsuragi's mouth. The blonde made sure to swallow all the evidence, giving him a sideways smug look as she finally extended a hand and took the menu on the ground, letting go of his softening manhood as she finally sat up with a flirty smile and placed the menu on the table.

For a moment, he was way too spent to even think properly.

Then Katsuragi licked her lips. "Guess I should apologize for eating the dessert first?"

And just like that he was starting to get hard again. Great.

But before anything else could happen, a waitress hurried to them, bowing in apology.

"I'm so sorry about her behavior," she told her. "A-According to the manager, whatever you order tonight will be covered as compensation. Again, we're so sorry."

Katsuragi pumped her fist. "Sweet! We'll order in just a bit."

With a nod, the waitress scurried off.

"Well, that was fun." Katsuragi glanced at him. "Feel like doing anything else? I could go for seconds~!"

All he did was glare at her for being a nuisance. Katsuragi replied by shooting a smirk downwards.

Because of course he was hard again.

"Tell you what…" Katsuragi leaned in, whispering into his ear in a way that made him shiver. "Soon as we get home, it's your night. I'll let you do whatever you want. Deal?"

He looked at Katsuragi, who was smiling wickedly from ear to ear. It was the look of someone who knew that they had him by their little finger.

And he absolutely hated how right she was.


They were barely inside their apartment before he lost his self-control.

As soon as they stepped inside, he already moved to shove Katsuragi against the nearest wall. The busty blonde let out a surprised yelp, which quickly turned into pleased moans when he started kissing her and touching her body.

When they broke their kiss, the two of them were panting to catch their breath. He glared at her, while Katsuragi gave him a smarmy look.

"Hmph… You want me that bad, noodle boy…~?" Katsuragi teased him in between kisses, an annoying smirk on her face that he wanted to wipe off.

"Like you didn't want this from the start, you horny idiot," he grumbled, feeling his erection pushing against his pants. His eyes roamed over the blonde's toned body as sweat began to build up on her skin.

She was right; he did want her that bad.

With that in mind, he started kissing her neck. Katsuragi moaned, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as his kisses got lower. He reached her breasts, finally able to fondle them with his hands and his mouth. He explored her cleavage with his tongue, while his hands massaged the clothed parts of her mounds.

It didn't take long for Katsuragi's clothes to come off. Her jacket went first, being tossed to the floor without a second thought by him, leaving only her jewelry and glove. With her jacket gone, Katsuragi's upper body was almost completely exposed to him. Only the black pasties hid her stiffening nipples. She was sweating, her boobs jiggling as she breathed while her body gave off an erotic shine.

She gave him a side eye and a smirk as she stood, as if she were silently asking if he enjoyed the view.

Rather than replying, he moved down, grabbing Katsuragi's hips as he stared at her toned stomach. Slowly, he moved upwards until his hands fondled her breasts again while he kissed her body. Eagerly, almost overly so, his fingers dug into the pasties hiding her nipples from him. He slowly pulled one off, then another, until her pink, stiffening nipples were finally exposed to him.

He didn't waste any time putting one into his mouth. Katsuragi yelped, her body shivering as he lashed at her nipple with his tongue. He alternated between the two, giving the pink nubs an equal amount of attention while a trail of saliva was left over her breasts. Her nipples fully stiffened under his tongue, while his hands massaged the undersides of her breasts.

"H-Hah, someone's hungry," Katsuragi breathed out, biting her lip as he played with her boobs.

"All your fault…" he grumbled, stopping his tongue play for a moment to tweak her nipples with his fingers, causing her to moan. "I'll make you regret this…"

Katsuragi looked absolutely pleased with that suggestion. "Feel free to try~!"

Taking those words to heart, he got on his knees and pulled down her leather shorts with one swift motion.

When he noticed she wasn't wearing panties, he gave her a look.

She simply smirked at him in response, of course.

His hands moved to spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her glistening pussy. He could see wetness building up around Katsuragi's crotch.

He brought out his tongue again, moving in to give her some oral service. Katsuragi shivered, biting on her lip to suppress a moan as he got to work.

With each lap at her pussy, he felt Katsuragi grow wetter. He noticed her body threatening to shake, her hips moving from side to side as she got more and more worked up.

However, he wouldn't finish her off right there. He retracted his tongue, causing Katsuragi to groan and pant as she looked down at him.

"C-Come on, noodle boy…" She said in-between breaths. "Y-You know you want to, just do it already…~"

His only answer was to stand up, turning Katsuragi around so that she had both hands against the wall. Without delay, he pulled down his own pants, hitting Katsuragi's ass with his girth and causing her to yelp a little.

He couldn't help but start massaging Katsuragi's ass with his hands. She moaned softly, while his fingers eagerly squeezed into her cheeks. Though they weren't as plump and soft as her breasts were, they still felt nice.

But, they both knew what he really wanted to do. Lining up his shaft against her crotch, and getting a look of encouragement from her, he shoved his dick right in.

"A-Ah…~ Hhn…~" Katsuragi practically drooled as she was filled up, her pussy's tight grasp almost unbearable.

, he began pounding from behind. Her breasts bounced and swayed as he moved in and out of her pussy, her insides feeling slick and smooth after his work to lubricate her. He himself groaned and moaned as he reamed Katsuragi, succumbing to more primal urges within him.

"Kat… Fuck…~" He was starting to sweat, the hoodie and beanie not really helping him as he thrust his hips. He could hear Katsuragi's ass clap against him, the sounds of wet flesh and moaning filling the living room.

Having a sudden idea, he moved to grab her breasts, pulling Katsuragi back into a standing position as his hips continued to move in rhythm. Katsuragi welcomed it, moaning loudly as he fondled her chest, tweaking and flicking her hardened nipples.

After a while, he could feel an orgasm coming in, taking it as his cue to start pounding her hard. Katsuragi's moans got louder and louder as she was reamed and slammed, her moaning echoing against the walls of their apartment.

"...!"

He grit his teeth, bucking his chin into his chest as he came inside of her, his semen spilling out and hitting the floor beneath them. Katsuragi gasped as she took in all of his seed, her pussy tightening as she was hit by her own orgasm. As she shivered, trails of their mixed juices dripped down her thighs, glistening under the light of their apartment.

"Hah… hah…"

For a moment, the two of them stood there to catch their breaths. As Katsuragi leaned against the wall, he moved to embrace her, holding her tight from behind.

"Arf!"

… Until a certain dog reminded them that they weren't really as alone as they thought.

"..."

"..."

At the same time, the two of them looked over to Choco as he panted and wagged his tail, completely oblivious to what they were doing.

Katsuragi looked back at the man, somehow more embarrassed by that than the reaming she got just a moment ago. "Heheh… Maybe we should clean up and move to the bedroom…?"

"R-Right…"


"A-Ah… mm… Haaaah~!"

Katsuragi laid back on their bed, her legs spread apart as the man above her thrusted in and out of her with gusto. Her boobs bounced and shined as she moaned and her remaining jewelry jingled, forming an almost heavenly scene for him.

He knew that he was far gone by this point, his rational mind having been sacrificed for his lust. All he could think about was fucking Katsuragi over and over again.

"G-God… fuck…" Katsuragi seemed to struggle to breathe properly, her moans getting higher in pitch as her toes curled up. "God… god…!"

He grit his teeth as he came inside of her yet again, his semen spilling out of her womb and staining the bed underneath them. He slowly pulled himself out of her, watching his batter leak out of her pussy.

"G-Geez…" Katsuragi breathed out, her face flushed as she looked at him with a surprised smile. "H-How do you still have that much in you…?"

"All your fault…" he grumbled at her.

Katsuragi giggled, sitting back up. Her blue eyes gazed down to his shaft, still rock hard. "You're still raring to go, huh?"

"Don't act like you aren't, either…"

Katsuragi responded with a wink. "Heh, you got me. But hey, you've been doing all the work so far. How about you let me take over now?"

He wanted to object to that, as this was supposed to be 'his night' according to Kat, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling a little tired after all of that. Katsuragi, on the other hand, still looked upbeat and full of energy.

If anything, that was a clear indicator of the difference of skill between them.

"... Fine," he relented. "But no funny business."

"Pfft, what kind of woman do you take me for?" Katsuragi grinned as she pulled him down to lie on his back, hovering over his body. "Just stay there like a good boyfriend and lemme do this, would ya?"

"Whatever, just… Wait, did you just say— Mm!" His words abruptly cut off when the busty blonde leaned down and squeezed his dick between her boobs.

"Guys love titfucks, don't they~?" Katsuragi said with a small smirk, moving her breasts up and down his shaft with her hands. "Or maybe it's just the boobs? I mean, it's not like I don't get it."

"Y-You… Ugh…" he tried to respond, but the soft fleshy mounds rubbing against his dick made it a little difficult. He shivered as waves of pleasure hit him, glaring at the smug look Katsuragi wore as she pleased him.

"What's wrong, noodle boy? Are my boobs too much for you?" Katsuragi smirked as she continued her titfuck, mashing them together and moving them up and down along his shaft. "And you sure were talking big just a while ago!"

"S-Shut up… Mmph…" He could feel his loins boiling again.

"I don't blame you, though. I'm pretty hot, right?" The blonde looked proud of herself. "But since I'm also nice, I'll add on a little something extra to this titfuck."

All he could afford to do was raise an eyebrow before Katsuragi moved her head down, kissing the tip of his penis with her soft lips.

"Mm!" He squirmed, breathing heavily as Kat teased his tip with her lips and tongue. She flicked at it, giving it little kisses and even letting some drool splatter it. It ended up being lubricated with her breasts, making the titfuck slipperier than before.

Under the onslaught, he couldn't even form words properly. He could feel another orgasm working its way up his penis, threatening to spill out at any moment.

Katsuragi seemed to notice. "You're about to cum again? Well, in that case…" With a smirk, she pressed her boobs fully together, trapping the length of his dick inside of a fleshy prison. "C'mon, shoot it all out!"

"!"

He did exactly that, cumming directly into Katsuragi's breasts and all over her face.

"Geez, you're going all out tonight," Katsuragi said as she spread her boobs apart, giving the exhausted man a showcase of all the semen spilled against it. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've gone weeks without sex!"

"Like… you're one to talk…" he breathed out. "Somedays you basically ambush me…"

"I dunno, maybe I wouldn't if you didn't make it worth it!" With a grin, she cleaned herself up with a Shinobi Art, then looked down at his shaft again. It wasn't as hard as before, but it still looked like it had some energy left. "Hey, are you spent now?"

Despite how tired he felt, he shook his head. "One more… come here…"

"Geez, alright." Katsuragi granted his request, laying down on him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her pussy hovering over his manhood. "Last one, then I'll make sure it counts."

Saying that, the blonde kissed him as her hips descended onto his dick. As their tongues met, his shaft greeted her fleshy walls once more, though it was Katsuragi's who did all the moving, giving him all the pleasure as he laid there.

He let his hands wander as they made out, exploring every inch of Katsuragi's body. A squeeze on her ass brought out a moan from her lips, which was a pretty good incentive for him to continue focusing there.

"Mm…"

"Hm… ahn…~"

It didn't take long before he let out whatever cum he had left into Katsuragi. His energy was basically completely sapped at that point, and the busty blonde could tell that much as they separated from their kiss.

"Satisfied now, noodle boy~?" she teased him.

"Y-Yeah…" He panted, holding Katsuragi in an embrace. "But… this is what you wanted, wasn't it…?"

"Didn't really expect you to go on for so long, though." She smirked, kissing him again. "Don't push yourself too hard. Just relax, alright?" Saying that, she rested her head against his chest. "Heh, sleeping naked again. I could get used to this."

"No way in hell…" he grumbled, making her giggle. That'd just be asking for Katsuragi to get extra ideas everyday, and exhausting would be an understatement for that prospect. "By the way, you definitely called me your boyfriend earlier."

"No, I didn't," came Katsuragi's instant response.

"Yes, you did."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

He looked at her, the girl giving him one back. She gave him a stupid look, letting him know that arguing with her about this was still going to be a completely useless effort.

After a moment, he sighed. "You're so stubborn…"

Katsuragi didn't contest that, content with simply burying her face in his chest.

"You're lucky I like you..."

"Yaaay~! You said you like me~!" she replied in an annoying cutesy tone.

That brought a long groan out of him. Honestly, this girl was such a pain sometimes.

Then again, he'd just have to live with it.

… It wasn't really the worst, he supposed.


Well, I hope that was worth the wait. Like I said, can't promise I'll get the next one up soon, but who knows? I'm really erratic like that.

Anyway, I'll see you guys next time. Take care.