Disclaimer: Not mine.
Background: Previous 3 chapters
Author's notes: Tell me, should I break off this part and open a separate story?
Keitaro bolted upright, feeling some unexpected things as he flew up.
Keitaro was having a very good sleep when he suddenly regained consciousness from the land of the sleeping. Turning around and seeing a very comfortable looking Motoko curled up on his left arm, Keitaro couldn't help but savor the feeling of her soft skin for a moment before he took in his surroundings and literally flew off the bed, startling Motoko in the process. He turned back, only to receive a sucker punch to the cheek.
"OW! What the hell was that for Motoko?"
It took a moment to sink in, before he screamed,
"WHY THE HELL ARE WE SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED?"
It took an even longer moment for him to realize something before a bloodcurdling scream occurred that would send the blood in a vampire rushing in the other direction.
"WHY THE HELL ARE WE NAKED? AAAAHHHH!"
It took a long moment for Keitaro to calm down before Motoko could explain things to him. As it was, Keitaro was sill running around the room in circles throughout the entire explanation. Basically, Motoko told him about the mind-blowing sex that they had had when Keitaro turned into a wild animal that ravaged her body like a predator with its prey. She wasn't sure about details of the encounter, since both Keitaro and her were seriously drunk when they made it to the bed. That was what she thought happened anyway. Keitaro gulped when he heard that he had turned into a wild sex fiend when under the influence of alcohol. He envisioned himself turning into a caped crusader running about having sex and drinking beer.
Eventually though, Keitaro got over his initial shock and sat down heavily in the plush armchair next to the bed. He stared at Motoko for a moment, his eyes moving slowly down from her gorgeous face to her unadorned neck, before nearing the edge of the bed sheets…
Motoko, sensing his newfound excitement, piped up something that made his blood rush down his body. "I see, you want to have… another round?"
Keitaro gulped as she stood up, the bed sheet sliding down her silken body, leaving no part of her to the imagination. He traced her long slim legs up until… his panic system kicked in and blasted off from his chair, running around the large room screaming bloody murder. Motoko crossed her arms under her breasts and pouted, before sticking a leg out and tripping Keitaro who landed still screaming like a mad man. However, the unearthly noise, even though slightly muffled by the excessively thick carpet, still floated up to her ears. Motoko moved over and stomped on his head.
Before Keitaro woke up, Motoko had hurriedly dressed lest another bout of hellish screaming came up. As it was, the man was still very embarrassed as he woke up to find himself naked and unconscious on the floor with a beautiful woman standing over him. "Sigh. Mr. Urashima, please dress if you no longer wish to engage in any other activities. I do regret if you do not.", the beautiful woman said, all the while smiling at him. Keitaro looked away, before reaching for the pile of clothes in the woman's hands and bolting for the bathroom. As he donned his suit and all, he felt some regret that he remembered little of their romantic encounter.
Perhaps he should go out and spark off another intimate encounter?
Nonetheless, Keitaro Urashima walked out of the bathroom fully dressed, only to see Motoko sitting in the armchair staring off into space. Even though she was apparently doing absolutely at all, Keitaro still found her extremely attractive. Acting on impulse, he rushed over and captured her mouth in a heated and passionate kiss, and she returned the kiss fervently, but his nerve soon ran out, and he ran around the room screaming 'SORRRRRYYYYY!"
Motoko wiped her mouth with a piece of tissue, but felt rather sad that nothing had erupted from that kiss earlier. She had felt like having sex again, but sometimes people don't get exactly what they want. She looked up at the easily "excitable" man, and gave a huge sigh. Apparently, this man, although charming, wasn't exactly the perfect sex partner. He put a soothing hand on the man's shoulder, and as he froze, whispered into his ear.
"Its time to go, Mr. Urashima."
Keitaro was a speeding fiend out of the room.
Keitaro seemed to have regained his wits in the populated lobby, and as he walked apologized to Motoko for his foolish behavior in the hotel room. Motoko simply smiled at him and said nothing. Instead, she whispered into his ear again.
"We can always come back to make up for your actions…"
Keitaro's blood got superheated, and a fountain came out of his nose. He quickly dashed for the nearest bathroom.
Motoko simply smiled again and moved towards the counter.