Motoko gasped and shook the unconscious kanrinrin. "Keitaro!" she muttered
as she shook her lover. He then let out a huge snore. A smile crept onto
the samurai's face and the redness in her cheeks started to fade, but when
she felt a slight bulge in Keitaro's pants, the redness returned madly.
"Oh..." the smile almost faded, but she couldn't help but feel flattered. She cuddled next to the unconscious man, savoring every moment of it.
Naru was on top of the ceiling, looking towards the forest, the sounds of explosions, trees falling down and Keitaro being knocked ninety degrees into the air stopped occuring. She smirked. "He must be coming back then... Then I'll have my way." Naru sipped her sake (which she swiped from Kitsune's private stash). "Motoko... you won't interfere with my true love and myself..." Tears started to well in her eyes.
"Keitaro's the only thing I have going on for my life..." The young girl's mind started to wander. Motoko had a lot more going for her. The female samurai's training will allow her to be admitted to her ancient school in the mountains of the old capital. There she can become a senior samurai, and lead a great life, a respected life. What did Naru had going for her? A chance to go to Tokyo U? She was failing her entrance exams as badly as Keitaro.
The girl's tears started to flow freely, her sobbing only thing heard for a long distance around.
Keitaro slowly woke up, his eyes blinking back into consciousness. His vision started to return, and the first thing he saw was Motoko's chest, tightly constricted by her swimming suit. His face flushed with head, as a rapid redness returned. He could feel his crotch press against her stomach, his breathing almost stopped and he felt like he was going to die.
"M-Motoko-Chan!" he yelled out. He had the instinct to rush away before the samurai blew him half way across the world, but something in the mood, and in Motoko's position made him stop. He almost felt... secure. But his feelings for Naru also made him squirm. He didn't feel right, but at the same moment he felt so safe and secure.
The poor man's mind raced, everything that he thought of was being twisted. He felt like he needed to follow his instincts, but he was so deeply in love with Naru, but Motoko... Motoko was something else that's for sure. The kanrinrin felt like he was going to faint again, but he steeled himself and tried his best to reason.
The man's mind started to wonder, and once again he was in the same predicament. He was on an exam with only one question. Two options, first one is to run the hell away and go back to Naru, to forget this ever happened and to deny it if Motoko ever asks. The second option, which was a bit more appealing, was to sit here with Motoko pressed against him and maybe even kiss the beautiful samurai.
"Keitaro?" She said, the blanket of slumber finally lifting up. "Are you alright?" She asked in a caring tone.
A secure and safe sense overcame Keitaro, and all thoughts of Naru vanished. "Yea... I'm fine..." he said blushing.
"I've never felt more comfortable in my life... Will you... will you hug me back?" she said, stuttering just a bit, but her voice strong throughout the entire sentence.
"Sure Motoko" Keitaro's voice trailed off and wrapped his arms around the samurai's back, her beautiful, ambrosial skin was warm to the touch, and smooth as silk.
"Keitaro... I can feel your..." Her voice trailed off, then she giggled a bit.
"Ah!" he tried to cover himself up, try to think of something but Motoko grasped Keitaro's chin tightly. "M-Motoko-Chan..."
"Keitaro... I love you... Don't you love me?" Her other hand clutched tightly at his chest.
"I-I-... I don't know... I need time to think." Keitaro got up, his erection faded, as his mind flooded with solemn thoughts. He wasn't just after for satisfaction and just to get some, as many of his friend's dreams were, he wanted he first time to be with the woman he loved but right now he wasn't sure which woman he was in love with.
Keitaro kicked his katana up and grabbed it. He then quickly rushed deeper into the forest, without a word.
"Oh..." the smile almost faded, but she couldn't help but feel flattered. She cuddled next to the unconscious man, savoring every moment of it.
Naru was on top of the ceiling, looking towards the forest, the sounds of explosions, trees falling down and Keitaro being knocked ninety degrees into the air stopped occuring. She smirked. "He must be coming back then... Then I'll have my way." Naru sipped her sake (which she swiped from Kitsune's private stash). "Motoko... you won't interfere with my true love and myself..." Tears started to well in her eyes.
"Keitaro's the only thing I have going on for my life..." The young girl's mind started to wander. Motoko had a lot more going for her. The female samurai's training will allow her to be admitted to her ancient school in the mountains of the old capital. There she can become a senior samurai, and lead a great life, a respected life. What did Naru had going for her? A chance to go to Tokyo U? She was failing her entrance exams as badly as Keitaro.
The girl's tears started to flow freely, her sobbing only thing heard for a long distance around.
Keitaro slowly woke up, his eyes blinking back into consciousness. His vision started to return, and the first thing he saw was Motoko's chest, tightly constricted by her swimming suit. His face flushed with head, as a rapid redness returned. He could feel his crotch press against her stomach, his breathing almost stopped and he felt like he was going to die.
"M-Motoko-Chan!" he yelled out. He had the instinct to rush away before the samurai blew him half way across the world, but something in the mood, and in Motoko's position made him stop. He almost felt... secure. But his feelings for Naru also made him squirm. He didn't feel right, but at the same moment he felt so safe and secure.
The poor man's mind raced, everything that he thought of was being twisted. He felt like he needed to follow his instincts, but he was so deeply in love with Naru, but Motoko... Motoko was something else that's for sure. The kanrinrin felt like he was going to faint again, but he steeled himself and tried his best to reason.
The man's mind started to wonder, and once again he was in the same predicament. He was on an exam with only one question. Two options, first one is to run the hell away and go back to Naru, to forget this ever happened and to deny it if Motoko ever asks. The second option, which was a bit more appealing, was to sit here with Motoko pressed against him and maybe even kiss the beautiful samurai.
"Keitaro?" She said, the blanket of slumber finally lifting up. "Are you alright?" She asked in a caring tone.
A secure and safe sense overcame Keitaro, and all thoughts of Naru vanished. "Yea... I'm fine..." he said blushing.
"I've never felt more comfortable in my life... Will you... will you hug me back?" she said, stuttering just a bit, but her voice strong throughout the entire sentence.
"Sure Motoko" Keitaro's voice trailed off and wrapped his arms around the samurai's back, her beautiful, ambrosial skin was warm to the touch, and smooth as silk.
"Keitaro... I can feel your..." Her voice trailed off, then she giggled a bit.
"Ah!" he tried to cover himself up, try to think of something but Motoko grasped Keitaro's chin tightly. "M-Motoko-Chan..."
"Keitaro... I love you... Don't you love me?" Her other hand clutched tightly at his chest.
"I-I-... I don't know... I need time to think." Keitaro got up, his erection faded, as his mind flooded with solemn thoughts. He wasn't just after for satisfaction and just to get some, as many of his friend's dreams were, he wanted he first time to be with the woman he loved but right now he wasn't sure which woman he was in love with.
Keitaro kicked his katana up and grabbed it. He then quickly rushed deeper into the forest, without a word.