Book One: The Straw That Broke The Pervert's Back
Chapter Three: Mind Games
By: Sci-Fi Raptor
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
This one is pretty dark…
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Big Brother knows all... Well, in this case, it was Big Sister. The atmosphere in the house was annoying Kitsune. She wasn't used to everyone being to tense and on-edge. She also thought she would never see the day when Keitaro would become so… cold. She, like everyone else in the house loved their landlord (not just romantically) and also felt upset when he was. True, they didn't act it, but it still didn't mean they hated him.
So she got thinking, and we know what happens when she starts conniving. The plan was simple: scanty clothing, a little alcohol here or there, a nose bleeding Keitaro and if she were lucky, some extra money for some more Sake. The usual.
She went to her room to prepare. She completely undressed, except for an oversized shirt and panties. Mind you that it was also a thin shirt, letting one see any curve or um… protrudances on her body. She took a small sip of sake to give the air that she was drunk and set off to work.
Taking a deep breath, she opened Keitaro's door and 'stumbled' in, closing the door behind her. As if not noticing she was in Keitaro's room, she made her way to Keitaro's futon, where she lay down, as if to sleep.
"Kitsune, can you please leave?" Keitaro said in a formal fashion. "I'm trying to study."
"What are you talking about?" Kitsune said as if drunk. "This is my room. But if you wanted to 'study' with me, all you had to do was ask," she said, sensually making her way to Keitaro's side. This didn't unfetter Keitaro.
Not one to just give up, Kitsune went up a notch. She subtly hunched forward so a lot of her chest could be seen and rubbed it on Keitaro's arm. That got a response.
Blushing, Keitaro acted as he normally would. Now I'm getting somewhere.
"Kitsune, you're drunk. Why don't I take you back to your room," he said with to tone of a concerned friend.
"But we're already in my room, silly," she said, her left hand landing on his inner thigh and slowly advancing up. "Besides… I want to make love to you…" se said, licking her lips for affect.
And that's where everything went wrong.
Normally, Keitaro would have done something like, nose bleed, run around frantically and give in to Kitsune's demands after she hinted to his wallet. But what happened next was far from that.
"Do you now?" Keitaro said, with an icy edge to his voice. Her hand was on his crotch playfully up to this point, but she quickly retracted it when she realized something was wrong. But he grabbed her wrist before she could move it away from him. "I think I want to make love to you too…" he said, a dangerous glint in his eye.
He pushed her down so that he was on top of her and forced his way between her legs. He pinned her other hand down to the floor and assaulted her breasts, which were already all but hanging out.
"Keitaro…" Kitsune gasped at the unthinkable, frozen in terror. Who would have thought that the tables would ever turn… or that Kitsune would ever be raped?
At the sound of his name, Keitaro seemed to be turned on, as was evident from the sudden warmth Kitsune felt from his crotch. He let one of her hands go and slowly went up her shirt as it neared her panties.
Kitsune finally gained control of her body and struggled, but the sheer power of an active red-blooded male was too much for her. As he almost finished doing what he set out to do, Kitsune whimpered, "please stop…" with as much willpower as she could, since she thought that it was already over. "STOP!" she shrieked, the last of it gone. What happened next took her by surprise.
He let go.
He got off of her, stood up and helped her to her feet. He then fixed her shirt, which was completely disoriented and brushed aside a few hairs clinging to her face. He also wiped away a few tears.
As if nothing just happened, Keitaro said, "Good night," and escorted her to the door. He closed it, and went back to his studies.
Now she knows how it feels to be on the receiving end of her mind games. Keitaro thought happily as he went back to his math book. I like how this feels, having it my way. I can't believe I've let these- girls push me around for so long. Things are looking up…
For some reason, Keitaro scored a near perfect on that practice test.
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Kitsune just stood there, mentally shivering at what had just happened. Keitaro almost raped me. KEITARO almost RAPED me, her thoughts kept repeating. Unknowns to her, she was tearing, her arms wrapped around her body in an effort to comfort herself.
For some reason, Motoko 'happens' to walk by Keitaro's room (cough spying cough) and notices Kitsune standing in front of Keitaro's door, as if she were a deer staring death in the eye, in the form of a speeding truck that is.
"Kitunse-chan," Motoko asks worriedly, sensing her troubled aura. "Is something wrong?" The eyes that meet hers almost make her step back.
"Motoko…" Kitsune says, her tears flooding now. "I think I crossed the line…"
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Naru slowly inched the latch between her and Keitaro's room up to see how he was doing. She had been constantly thinking about him, well, thinking about him more than usual, since the incident at the hot springs. Without him noticing, Naru scanned his room and saw that it wasn't any different then normal. He was actually studying, and from what she could see from his textbooks surprised her; he did pretty well on the last practice test he took. Sighing, she closed the latch quietly to go back to her thoughts.
What's going on with you, Keitaro?
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blush I cant believe I wrote what I wrote… good thing its not that great, cus other wise, id be worried about myself…
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter… I think. I hope the next chapter will let me make amends!
Good or bad, please review, though I truly hope I can get some constructive advice on my english, since this is my only real way to practice. =P
