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'Thoughts'

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It was safe to say life hadn't gone the way Keitaro Urashima expected. Rather than getting into Todai and meeting his promised girl like he'd dreamed since he was a little boy, the young man was currently a third year ronin and manager of an all girls dormitory. That last part he still had trouble believing despite having been running the dormitory for just over a year. It certainly didn't help that the reason why straddled the line between fantastical and idiotic. Keitaro had originally come to the Hinata Inn in hopes of renting a room while he studied for Todai, given his parents had kicked him out of the house when he refused to give up on his dream. Instead, he learned the hard way that Granny Hina had converted the inn into a dorm years ago without telling anyone and had left on a world tour a couple weeks before he had arrived, naming him as manager in her absence. Suffice to say, the tenants had some "opinions" on that. But eventually, things managed to work out.

Now here he was, running a dorm while studying for college entrance exams and surrounded by women who ranged from adorable to outright stunning. Not helping was the fact he'd seen all of them in their entirety by this point. Whether it was Haruka entering the hot springs while he was cleaning them, Kaolla performing flying kicks in skirts but no panties, or Kitsune amusing herself by "accidentally" forgetting to button her shirt before coming to breakfast, there wasn't a resident at Hinata whom Keitaro hadn't memorized every inch of. Under different circumstances, Keitaro would have found himself feeling awfully "pent up", particularly as he resided in Granny Hina's old room and most of the girls had a habit of just walking right in whenever they needed something from the old woman. Hell, Naru had a hole in her floor that she used to poke her head through all the time to chat with Hina. This didn't change when Keitaro took over. Instead, Naru would unthinkingly poke her head into his room, see something she didn't like, and blame him for her actions. More than anyone else, she was the reason he hadn't been able to masturbate since coming to the inn.

By contrast, Mitsune "Kitsune" Konno was the reason he hadn't needed to masturbate since coming to the inn. Kitsune was the oldest of Keitaro's tenants and an absolute knockout, but she had a habit of wasting her wages on drinking and gambling, leaving her without enough money to pay her rent. Under Granny Hina, Kitsune frequently got away with paying her rent days, weeks, sometimes even months late because the old woman was forgiving like that and hadn't really needed the money much. Under her grandson, Kitsune found her body more effective than any sob story. Mutsumi might have a slightly larger bust than her and Motoko had a more toned rear, but Kitsune knew she was the full package: face, tits, ass, hips, and legs. Rather than insist that work didn't pay well (a lie, Kitsune was a popular freelance writer whose money problems stemmed from her gambling, not her pay) or that she'd just had a bit of trouble but would pay her debts soon, the ash blonde had put her lips to better use. And so, she'd proposed a deal with their adorable new manager: She didn't have to pay rent and in exchange, she'd make sure he never felt pent up.

Currently, both Keitaro and Kitsune were tending to their duties. The brunette young man adjusted his glasses as he once more went over his answers for the mock test. To his surprise, he'd actually done much better than he was used to. He had briefly tried studying alongside Naru, believing having help from one of the top students in the country was sure to improve his scores. Unfortunately, between his nervousness around her and her propensity to respond to anything that upset her (read: anything having to do with men in general and him in particular) with violence, Keitaro found his grades dropping more often than not. By contrast, Kitsune's "help" had helped him focus far better and he was seeing an impressive amount of improvement. Meanwhile, Kitsune was under the kotatsu, naked as the day she was born and enthusiastically sucking him off for the third time today.

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For her part, Kitsune hadn't been sure what to think about Granny Hina's grandson at first. Sure, he was cute in a dorky sort of way. But he was also clumsy, a ronin, and as far from smooth as it was possible to get. She had figured he'd be a useful source of cash at best and a source of entertainment at worst. While he was certainly entertaining, what with how often he managed to see someone naked on accident only to freak out, she'd learned he was much more than that. He was a hard worker, a total sweetheart, and an insatiable machine with a cock that'd ruin a woman. While she technically wouldn't know firsthand, having not actually had sex with Keitaro, any dick she could suck even while stroking it with her tits was one hell of a dick. And he was definitely insatiable too. Even when she spent an entire day getting him off, never once did Keitaro fail to get it up again. Instead, their fun had ended when the girls came home earlier than expected. Thankfully, it was Haruka who'd walked in to find her nude cousin/nephew stuffing his bitchbreaker down his tenant's throat.

Flashback

Coming home from their day trip, Haruka was almost wishing they'd just given in and grabbed a motel for the night. Sure, the rain had stopped but traveling home in it had been utterly miserable. All she wanted was to put down her bags and get some- The tired brunette's train of thought cut off as she entered the inn's kitchen and dining area. Laying atop the dining table was Kitsune, wearing nothing but an awful lot of white fluid that Haruka's nose told her was exactly what she thought it was. Equally naked and holding her throat was Keitaro, kneeling in front of one end of the table. The pair had frozen when the door opened, Keitaro buried in Kitsune's throat, and stared wide-eyed at the intruder. After a couple seconds of both parties staring at each other in shock, Keitaro flung himself away from the ash blonde, as though distancing himself from her would somehow make his aunt forget what she saw. Waving his arms frantically in front of himself, Keitaro stammered, "Aun- Haruka! It's not what it looks like!"

That earned a snort of disbelief from both women. As if there was any way that what Haruka had walked in on could be anything but Keitaro face fucking Kitsune. Unable to help herself, Haruka gave him a once over. Though still on the scrawny side, Keitaro had been filling out with some muscle since he'd started doing repair work around the dorm. Moreso, what hung between his legs had her shocked and more than a little impressed that Kitsune could apparently take such a monster. Shaking herself, Haruka facepalmed and muttered, "Just… get out of here and clean yourselves up."

Mere seconds after the two scurried back to their rooms nude, leaving Haruka to wonder just where their clothes were, Shinobu and Motoko wandered into the room. "Oh, Haruka I was just about to- What happened here?! And what's that smell?!" The young cook gasped in horror at the sheer mess left behind.

Thinking quickly, Haruka blurted out, "Cooking disaster. Apparently Kitsune was trying to cook some new recipe. I sent her away to get cleaned up. Once she's done, I'll have her and Keitaro clean the mess."

At times like this, she was glad the girls (barring Kitsune apparently) were all virgins with no experience with men. Both girls nodded in acceptance of her explanation, Shinobu more morosely at the idea of all the cleaning needed to deal with the splashes of liquid on seemingly every surface. But to Haruka's surprise, Motoko took a deep sniff before remarking, "It's a shame she spilled it everywhere. Whatever she was cooking doesn't smell bad at all." Curious, she scooped up a bit of the white liquid off the table with her finger before popping it in her mouth. Haruka swore she felt her heart stop as the young woman added, "The taste is a little strong, but I think I like it. Perhaps we should ask her for the recipe."

Haruka deserved a medal for her poker face as she said, "I'll see if she's willing to share."

Flashback End

Of course, the fact Motoko wasn't drinking Keitaro's loads alongside Kitsune was proof enough that she never learned what she had really tasted. Not that the ash blonde minded. So far as she was concerned, more girls finding out what a stud their manager was meant less of him for her to enjoy. Sure she occasionally fantasized about having him fuck her senseless in front of the whole dorm. But the only way she'd do that is if she had him truly locked down so none of the others could steal him away. The girls were her best friends but she'd not have them as rivals in love or sex. Instead, Kitsune kept doing what she loved: Devotedly sucking off Keitaro like it was her mission in life. Releasing his cock with a pop, she eagerly stroked him as she moved lower to tongue bathe his balls. Sensuously, her tongue licked and lapped at one of the weighty orbs. As always, it felt so incredibly full and heavy, as though he hadn't gotten off in weeks, despite their previous two sessions earlier that day.

Of course, that's when Naru decided to make a nuisance of herself. It probably wasn't fair of her, but Kitsune wasn't fond of her boytoy getting distracted while she worshiped his cock. It was bad enough that his studies meant he couldn't simply fist her hair and skull fuck her until she passed out; him having to hold a conversation with one of the girls while she tended to him killed all those delightful reactions she enjoyed. Regardless, Keitaro's former crush stuck her head in through the hole in the ceiling. "Keitaro, I wanted to ask-" she began before cutting herself off, staring at him suspiciously. "You're not doing something perverted, are you?" From where she was fervently sucking on one of his balls, Kitsune rolled her eyes. 'He's getting his dick sucked. Read the room and let me have my fun.'

"J-just studying, Naru," Keitaro stammered as the ash blonde under his table didn't even pause in her ministrations. If anything, knowing others were around only ever served to spur her on further. He'd never be Mr. Smooth, but nothing motivated a man to maintain a poker face like having to keep Motoko Aoyama from realizing he was cumming all over her friend's face while he spoke to her. And frankly, Naru was in a much worse position to notice anything than the kendoist had been. Rather than being on the other side of a low wall, Kitsune (along with his entire lower half) were hidden underneath his desk. The only thing liable to give him away was the smell, which was why he had incense burning in his room so often. Though, because Pavlov was a bitch, the scent of his preferred incense also tended to give him an erection these days.

The brunette narrowed her eyes. While he did seem to be going over some worksheets, the pervert also hadn't gotten up to anything all week, making her distrustful. Keitaro was the most perverted guy she knew! Never mind that she only knew one other man, her former tutor Seta; it was the principle of the thing that mattered. Regardless, she could grill him later when she was less busy. "Right. Well, I was going to soak in the hot spring later and wanted to make sure you'd cleaned it today."

"Yes, o-of course I did." God, it was hard to think when Kitsune did that thing with her tongue. She knew it too of course. Just because she didn't tease him with flirting and flashes of skin anymore didn't mean she hadn't found other ways to do it. Though she did make a point of not actually letting anyone catch them. That would ruin their fun after all.

Once she heard Naru's reply and the board move back in place, Kitsune decided it was time to stop messing around. All this work had made her thirsty. Letting his balls pop free of her mouth with a wet smack, she firmly took his sack in hand. Gently tugging and massaging him, the ash blonde took his cock all the way down until her nose was flattened against his pelvis. 'I'm glad he started shaving like I asked. Of course, any guy would if it meant more of this.' Finally, she unleashed her secret weapon: she purred. The vibration of her throat obliterated the last of Keitaro's self-control as his body was awash with bliss. Gripping the back of Kitsune's head, he tried in vain to force her even deeper as he thrust against her plump lips, her tongue wriggling maddeningly along the underside of his cock. Finally, his balls tightened in Kitsune's hands and his shaft swelled as he suppressed a lustful moan into a primal growl. In the next second, it was like a firehose had gone off in her throat. An outright stream of searing sticky seed shot straight into her stomach. Unlike most guys, Keitaro didn't orgasm in a series of bursts so much as one long flood of cum. Not that she minded; so far as the writer was concerned, the only downside was that she couldn't savor the flavor unless she wanted to wear the rest.

By the time her beloved manager was done cumming, Kitsune felt like she'd swallowed a liter of his baby batter. She slowly pulled back, sucking and bobbing her head the entire time to make sure she got every last drop, before crawling out from under the table. Stroking Keitaro languidly, she looked up at him and recalled her earlier thoughts of "locking him down". He was a catch. Not at all like the guys she usually went after in bars, but she wasn't after a relationship with them, or even sex most of the time, just some free drinks. Mind made up, she released him, enjoying the frustrated whimper he gave when she let go, and asked, "Hey Keitaro, how about we go further this time? Maybe make this whole thing exclusive." While she knew full well he wasn't fooling around with other girls (none of them could hope to keep it secret), their arrangement had always been rather… open.

Still recovering from having his soul sucked out through his dick, Keitaro's mind fumbled. "What do you mean, Kitsune?"

Her teasing smile back in place, she planted her fat ass down on the kotatsu before laying back on it. She reached down with both hands and spread her positively dripping pussy for his viewing pleasure and purred, "I've got another set of lips that are dying for a taste of that fat cock of yours."

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A week later, everyone was gathered in the living room, waiting for whatever big announcement Kitsune allegedly had. Even Haruka was there, having left one of her part-timers in charge of the café so she could hear whatever it was the ash-blonde had to say. Out of consideration for the girls, she kept her ever-present cigarette unlit, but she wished Kitsune would hurry up so she could go outside and have a smoke. Kaolla was barely keeping herself from charging off to pursue whatever whim currently struck her while Shinobu considered what to make for dinner. The other three all waited with varying levels of patience, assuming that their friend must've had a good reason for calling this little meeting of hers. "Where is she already?" Naru wondered out loud. "And for that matter, where's Keitaro?"

"We're coming!" Kitsune called as the pair entered the room. Both were wearing bathrobes for some inexplicable reason.

"Not yet we aren't," Keitaro muttered too low for anyone but his girlfriend to hear, earning him a mischievous smile from her. It'd taken a lot of convincing to get him to agree with her plan, but then again, Kitsune had a lot of practice convincing him. And frankly, some things were worth the potential violence her announcement was likely to cause.

Posing dramatically in front of Keitaro, Kitsune loudly declared, "Now, for my very special announcement!" With a flourish, she whipped off her boyfriend's robe in one smooth motion, exposing his naked body for all to see. Before anyone could react, she grabbed the base of his member and started stroking him, "This dick is mine now! This is where my babies are gonna come from!" Naru and Motoko regained their wits and started moving forward, only for Kitsune to throw her own robe at them, bearing her own nudity as well. By the time the duo shoved the offending clothing away from them, the sole male in the room was fully erect and Kitsune pulled him close to lustfully growl, "Starting now. Breed me, lover boy." And breed her he did; the pair began fucking standing right in the middle of the living room in front of everyone. Unable to attack Keitaro for his "perversions" without hitting Kitsune, Motoko and Naru found themselves paralyzed first by indecision then by lust, not that either would ever admit such a thing.

Shinobu slapped her hands over her eyes, but kept her fingers wide open as she did her best impression of a tomato. "S-s-senpai," she breathed, caught between mortification, lust, and despair at what she was witnessing.

"Oh my, how wonderful," Mutsumi offered with a smile. She might have intended for Keitaro and Naru to get together, but she wasn't going to deny either of them their happiness to make it happen. Besides, she was enjoying the show.

Tilting her head, Kaolla put a finger to her lip and asked, "Is Keitaro's big banana tasty?"

"Delicious," Kitsune moaned as her boyfriend drove up into her.

Haruka however, merely shook her head at their antics. "You two are responsible for cleaning the living room," She called over her shoulder as she headed outside. Ostensibly, the older woman needed to get back to her café. In practice, she really needed a smoke, especially if she wasn't going to get a dicking like that any time soon.

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AN: Can you tell I think Naru is the worst girl in the series? I've ranted before about how the series overhyped her and how Keitaro wasted several years pursuing her as she punches him yet again, even while Mutsumi is basically walking around wearing a sandwich board that says "Fuck me in the pussy." Rather than go into another of those, I'll just say I hope you enjoyed this oneshot of Kitsune keeping Keitaro's dick wet. Oh and assume Sarah either doesn't exist or doesn't room at the Hinata Inn. Likewise, Shinobu and Kaolla are both a year older than canon just to make that last scene less fucky.

Keitaro: "Well, I could maintain my pursuit of that girl that I remember literally nothing about except I made a promise to her sixteen years ago. Or I could become the boyfriend of a gorgeous and friendly woman who's gotten me off more times than my hand did throughout all of my teenage years. Tough decision."