Disclaimer: I own no part of Love Hina, but Sean is me.
Well, here we go again. Time to find out who that mystery girl is.
(DJ LIM and those with similar interests, better start making preparations. I'll wait...)
Chapter XXXVIII: Inquisition
Sunday, 4/6 5:21 AM
Sean walked up the steps to the roof after completing he his daily chores. He knew that Motoko would be up there doing her morning exercises, no doubt also waiting for him to arrive so they could begin their weekly training session in her room. "Well, here we go again," he thought unenthusiastically. As much as he liked helping the samurai develop her abilities, he had begun to resent the whole experience in recent weeks. It makes sense, as getting your butt handed to you week in week out isn't exactly something a person would enjoy unless you happen to be a Saiyan and can actually benefit from it.
He reached the top of the stairs to find Motoko going through one of her sword routines with practiced ease. Her movements possessed the skill and the grace of a professional dancer, and the deadly efficiency of a cobra. He knew first hand the consequences of getting on her bad side, and it was something he preferred to never do again, but as long as he continued being her sparring partner, pain would always be in his future. He watched Motoko's performance in silence, not wanting to interrupt her and quite possibly becoming the recipient of an errant strike.
Despite his silence and the fact that Motoko had her back to him the entire time, she knew that he was watching her. She had become very attuned to Sean's aura and could sense it from a mile away. She focused more on his frequency, and noticed that it seemed ill at ease. She was curious as to what was troubling him. As far as she knew, he hardly ever discussed such things with anyone, but she always had the nagging feeling that there was something she could do to help, if only he'd give her the chance. She finished her kata and turned to face her audience. "How was it?" she asked.
"Flawless as always," Sean said.
"And what, exactly, are you referring to with that statement?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not." Motoko knew it would be a compliment no matter how it was interpreted, but anyone who knew her knew that praises directed at her body have been reason enough for a brutal assault in the past. Fortunately for Sean, she has gotten used to such flattery, at least from him, and doesn't mind it as much as she used to.
"Shall we?" Sean asked, motioning toward the stairs.
"Let's," Motoko said, and they made their trek back to Motoko's room. On the way, she saw Sean looking at the floor a short ways in front of him. She has noticed that this was an unexplained habit of his and that, in his early days as landlord, this would cause great misfortune for him when certain body parts happened to enter his field of vision. She also knew that when he was like this, he was either deep in thought or not thinking at all, and considering what she sensed earlier, she assumed it was the former. "Sean, what's troubling you?"
"Hmm?" Sean turned his gaze to Motoko's face. "Oh, right, the whole sensing thing. I was just thinking about what's happened recently. The last couple weeks have been quite… stressful, you know?"
Motoko nodded knowingly. He had told everyone about Kitsune and him attempting to market the lust potion and what that entailed. This brought to light how Sean became the object of desire for most of the girls, herself included. Nobody knew that Stephanie was responsible for the entire thing (including what happened back on Valentine's), not even Sean. For all they knew, she just really, really wanted to join in.
Sean and Motoko walked into the swordswoman's room and entered their digital domain like they have so many times before. "This time has to be different," Sean thought as he grabbed his weapon. "It just has to be. I have to figure out some way that I might actually defeat her instead of the other way around." Suddenly, an idea popped in his head; one that could possibly kill two birds with one stone. "I think I figured out a way to add another element to your training," he said.
"How's that?" Motoko asked, genuinely intrigued. She watched as Sean turned into Alicia, which only egged on her curiosity "What are you doing?"
"Call it an experiment," Alicia said. "Let's see how well will you fight when faced with distraction."
"What kind of distraction?"
"This kind." Alicia set her sword down and then proceeded to strip.
"What are you doing?!" Obviously, Motoko did not expect something like this to happen. I can't imagine why.
"Don't you agree that this would be distracting?" Alicia asked as she tossed her clothes to the side--all her clothes.
"Well, sure, but--" Motoko suddenly realized her opponent's intentions. A warrior should be able to fight, no matter the circumstances; even if their adversary just happens to be a beautiful, naked woman. "I understand."
"Let's go," Alicia said, getting into her fighting stance. Motoko nodded, then charged, beginning their latest sparring match.
Now, if there had been an audience present, it wouldn't have taken them long to notice that, for a change, it was a pretty even match. Not surprisingly, Motoko found it somewhat difficult to keep her focus while her opponent left nothing to the imagination. Probably what distracted her the most was noticing the… freedom of movement Alicia's breasts possessed at that particular place and time. Despite all this, she was still able to maintain a slight advantage.
"Alright," Alicia thought. "That knocked her down a peg or two, but there must be something else I can do…" As she hacked and slashed at Motoko, her mind was racing, trying to think of some way to gain the upper hand. As luck would have it, an opportunity would make itself known--and from a very unexpected source.
The two combatants clashed swords and tried to push the other back. Motoko couldn't help but look at Alicia's heaving chest as she drew in a few deep breaths. It looked like she was giving it her all and that it was beginning to take its toll. "All I have to do is keep this up for a little while longer," Motoko thought. "I don't wish to--" Her thoughts were halted when she became aware of something. "Where is that smell coming from?" she asked herself. Suddenly, it dawned on her. "Could it be that she's…"
This little diversion would prove to be Motoko's undoing. With a surge of new energy, Alicia broke away, got behind Motoko and hit the back of her knees with the reverse side of her sword. After Motoko was forced down onto her knees by the impact, Alicia kicked her in the back as hard as she could, sending her sprawled out on her stomach. Quickly, she went to her side and flipped her over. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm--" Motoko started to say before she realized what was going on. Alicia had her sword arm pinned to the ground and a sword held against her throat. There was nothing she could do. "I'm defeated."
"You mean…?" Alicia asked, still breathing a hit heavily.
"Yes, you have beaten me."
A smile appeared on Alicia's face. "Yes," she whispered. "I did it. After all this time, I finally did it."
Motoko was confused by what she said. Still, there was something else she needed to find out first. "Sean?"
"Yeah?" she responded, tossing her sword to the side.
"I was just wondering; just now, were you…" For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence.
"Yes, I was," Alicia said, climbing on top of Motoko. "And I still am. I think it's time I accepted the prize for my victory." She bent over and gave Motoko a passionate kiss.
Motoko suddenly realized what was happening. Alicia's experiences over the last couple weeks and then some have finally caught up with her, causing her to be horny as hell. This got her wondering if this was her plan from the get go. To be honest, Motoko was affected by recent events as well. Granted, she wasn't as far gone as Alicia at this point, but right now, even if she had the ability to do so, she wasn't about to back away now.
Alicia felt Motoko wrap her arms around her and return the kiss. It felt good to finally to go about doing these pleasurable activities on his own terms, as opposed to it being forced on her. It felt really good.
They remained there in an embrace, motionless, for about a minute or two before Alicia had to come up for air. She started tugging hungrily at Motoko's gi, demanding entrance. Motoko was all too eager to oblige, but she also wasn't one to be submissive for too long.
Motoko flipped Alicia over, switching places with her so that she was on top. She began loosening the ties that held her gi closed, with Alicia looking on, seemingly tortured by how slowly she was undressing. This only made her want Motoko more than she already did. "C'mon, Motoko," her thoughts whined. "Don't drag this out forever!" After what felt like an eternity, Motoko finally removed her gi, tossed it aside and was about to remove her chest wrappings when Alicia held up a hand, stopping her. "Allow me," she said. She twirled a finger and the bindings came undone in an instant, falling neatly beside them. "God, you're beautiful."
"Would you like to see more?" Motoko asked. Seeing Alicia quickly nod, she stood up and took off the only remaining piece of clothing she had left: her panties. Now completely naked, she set herself back down on top of Alicia and resumed kissing. This time around, it was supplemented by both of them exploring each other's bodies, hitting every sensitive spot they could find.
"Oh, Motoko," Alicia moaned as Motoko started moving her mouth farther down her body. "It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what this feels like."
This reminded Motoko that there indeed was something she could do to help her landlord, and this was it. Granted, this wouldn't be the solution to every problem, but it was a good way to relieve stress, and Motoko would be glad to do this for him until the time came for Shinobu to take her place. "I hope she realizes just how lucky she really is," she thought.
Alicia wasn't able to see what Motoko was doing to her because the brunette's hair had become a curtain of sorts, preventing the blonde from watching, but she didn't care. She could feel what has going on, and was enjoying every moment of it, wishing it could last forever.
Just as soon as she thought things couldn't get any better, there was an abrupt end. She hadn't reached her peak or anything, Motoko just stopped what she was doing to her breasts. "What the hell is she doing?!" her thoughts screamed. "Why am I being tormented like this?!" She felt Motoko's silky hair blaze a trail across her chest, which made things almost unbearable for her. She wished Motoko hadn't stopped, but what she would do next made it all worthwhile.
Without warning, a new, more intense wave of pleasure rushed through her and she realized that Motoko didn't stop, just redirect her efforts from her chest to her crotch. Alicia moaned uncontrollably as Motoko sent her farther and farther down the path to ecstasy.
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A girl in her mid teens walked up the steps to Hinata-Sou, a suitcase in each hand. The early morning sun radiated off her pale skin and reflected somewhat off her jet black hair, done in a simple ponytail that reached a little ways past her shoulders. "It's been such a long time since I've been here," she muttered to herself. "Since I've seen… him…" She recalled memories of a boy from her past; all the good times they had together back when they were kids. She quickly shook the happy thoughts from her mind; she hasn't seen that boy in years, and she didn't know if she would ever see him again. This being the case, she didn't wish to dwell on memories such as those for longer than she had to. This mindset proceeded to give her an emotionless demeanor as the years went by, and it has earned her very few friends, which was fine by her.
She reached the top of the steps and looked at the imposing structure that was the Hinata-Sou girls dormitory. "This place hasn't changed one bit," she said, scanning the building in front of her. Her attention was sent elsewhere by the sound of her cat meowing from its perch on her shoulder. "Yes, Kuro," she said, scratching the cat behind the ears, causing it to purr. "It is a beautiful sight." She resumed walking toward the front door. "Soon, I'll find out everything I need to know." She knocked on the door a few times, but got no response. She figured that, since it was so early on a weekend, everyone was still asleep.
She opened the front door (mildly surprised that it was unlocked), entered the empty living room, quickly set her bags down and sat down on the couch. It was a long trip from the airport, and carrying those heavy bags the whole way took a lot out of her. This would be a perfect time to rest up before confronting her target.
--- 6:11 AM
Motoko's door opened and she and Sean walked out, acting as though nothing had happened between the two. In actuality, they spent half an hour together in that artificial world--and the last five recovering from it. "If you disliked our sparring matches so much," Motoko said. "why do you continue to participate in them?"
"I don't know," Sean said with a sigh. "I guess I must feel obligated to help or something. At first, I looked forward to them, but after so many loses--and painful ones at that--I started to lose my positive outlook towards them."
"And so you figured out a way to win."
"I only came up with that idea right then and there. If only I hadn't thought of something so…"
"Don't worry about it," Motoko said, smiling. "What's done is done, and besides, I doubt you could have come up with anything that worked as well as that. You had me almost completely off balance by what you did and when I smelled your--"
"That," Sean interrupted, "wasn't part of the original plan."
"Then what was?"
"I didn't have it all worked out."
"So you were improvising, huh?"
"Basically. I just wanted to beat you at least once without going so far as magically enhancing my abilities. That idea felt like it had some promise, so I went with it and hoped for the best."
"And what would you have done if you lost again?"
"To be honest, I probably would have tried the same stunt as when I won, just in a different way. You didn't think winning was the only thing I was trying to accomplish, did you?"
"On that note, there's something I want to tell you. If our battles will end up like that one did…" A wide smile appeared on Motoko's face. "then I wouldn't mind losing to you more often."
A matching smile emerged on Sean's face. "Somehow, I'm not surprised." Sean couldn't be more relieved by that last little exchange of words; and why not? He had just rediscovered an outlet for his hormones after almost three months of going without. "Come on, let's go see if Shinobu's started breakfast yet."
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The new girl heard part of the conversation from her seat on the couch. She couldn't understand what was said, but she quickly recognized one of the voices as a male one. "Why is a male here?" she thought. "Could it be that…" Her heart skipped a beat at the possibility running through her mind. "Is it possible…?" Her heart and mind were each going a mile a minute. She was grateful for two things right then: one, that she was the only person in the room at that moment to see her like she was, and two, that she waited in the living room for someone to arrive for so long.
When Sean and Motoko entered the room, the hopeful gleam in the girl's eyes vanished in an instant. "I should have known better," she thought, quickly regaining her composure. "Though there is some resemblance…"
"Hello there," Sean said upon seeing their surprise guest.
"Uh, hey," the girl said with uncertainty. She regarded the man with deep suspicion. "Why would a man be at a girls' dorm?" she thought. "Besides the obvious, of course…"
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Sean asked.
"You can help me by directing me to the landlord of this place."
"You're looking at him."
"So this is the one Haruka found?!" the girl thought. "He certainly has some explaining to do."
"What business do you have with me? Are you looking for a room?"
"Not exactly. Have a seat. We have a lot to talk about."
"Do you know her?" Motoko whispered as the two made their way to the couch.
"I haven't seen her before in my life," Sean whispered back. When they sat down, the girl started her interrogation.
"Alright, how long have you been here…" she motioned for him to answer an additional, implied question.
"Sean, and I've been here since last June."
"And do all of the girls tolerate you being here?" Her question was partially directed towards Motoko.
"It took a little while to get used to," Motoko said. "but we have fully accepted his presence here."
"So he doesn't try anything?"
"He is a gentleman," Motoko said; a smile starting to form. "…most of the time."
"So he is perverted."
"Isn't everyone?" Sean asked.
"Excuse me?" the girl asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well, haven't you ever fantasized about a guy before?"
A slight blush appeared on the girl's face, but it quickly subsided. "What qualifications do you have for being here?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.
"An accounting degree from a college in the states."
"So you should be reliable in regards to managing finances, correct?"
"I should hope so."
The girl reached into one of her bags and pulled out a sheet of paper. "Take a look at this," she said, handing it to him.
Sean scanned the document for a moment. "How did you get this expense report? I sent these only to the owner of this place."
"That is of no concern to you right now. Look at that report closely."
Sean did, noticing that it was the one he had sent about a week before. "Uh, what am I supposed to see?"
"THAT!" the girl yelled, pointing to a line on the report that said "Maintenance and Repair Costs" and the amount listed: ¥0. "Care to explain that?"
This made Sean nervous. He had no intention of telling this stranger about his abilities. Luckily, a distraction would arrive with impeccable timing.
"Hello," Shinobu said as she entered the room.
"Hey Shinobu," Sean greeted back. "Could you set an extra place at the table for our guest here?" The young girl nodded, then rushed off to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
"And who was that?" the newcomer asked, noting Shinobu's apparent age. "Shinobu was it?"
"Yep."
"And why is a girl that young staying here?"
"As far as I know, her parents aren't getting along right now and she doesn't want to take sides."
"I see. Mind if I take a look around?"
"No problem. In fact, I'll give you a tour myself. Motoko, could you go help Shinobu in the kitchen?"
"Sure thing." All three of them got up off the couch; Motoko went to the kitchen and the other two went upstairs, at the girl's request.
As they went down the hallway, Sean couldn't help but notice that the girl was looking around, trying to take in every last detail. "What are her intentions?" he thought.
"This place looks so well kept," the girl thought as she looked around, either unaware of Sean's stares or ignoring them. "How is he able to keep this place up and running without spending any money towards repairs? It just doesn't make sense."
The tour went off with hardly a word and the time eventually came for breakfast. All the girls were curious as to who their visitor was and where she came from.
"All I know is that she's interested in our finances," Sean said.
"As soon as I find out all I need to know, I'll be out of your hair and you probably won't see me ever again," the girl said.
"Well, she's all business, isn't she?" Kitsune said.
"Sorry I'm late," Keitaro said as he entered the dining room. "Hmm? Who do we have here?"
When the girl turned to face him, her heart started racing. "No," she thought. "It can't be." Tears started to pour from her eyes. "But it is; it's him. He's finally come back into my life; after all these years…"
"Um," Sean said. "Is something wrong?"
The look of shock never left the girl's face and her voice came out in a whisper. "Oniichan…"
End of Chapter XXXVIII
Gee, I wonder who this could be? And for those of you who thought it would be Nyamo, answer me this: Why would Nyamo be in Africa? Wasn't she a Pararakelse native? (Looking at LH Volume 8) Wow, I can't believe I got the spelling of the island right on the first try. Well, anyway, see you next time! Please R&R!
Well, here we go again. Time to find out who that mystery girl is.
(DJ LIM and those with similar interests, better start making preparations. I'll wait...)
Chapter XXXVIII: Inquisition
Sunday, 4/6 5:21 AM
Sean walked up the steps to the roof after completing he his daily chores. He knew that Motoko would be up there doing her morning exercises, no doubt also waiting for him to arrive so they could begin their weekly training session in her room. "Well, here we go again," he thought unenthusiastically. As much as he liked helping the samurai develop her abilities, he had begun to resent the whole experience in recent weeks. It makes sense, as getting your butt handed to you week in week out isn't exactly something a person would enjoy unless you happen to be a Saiyan and can actually benefit from it.
He reached the top of the stairs to find Motoko going through one of her sword routines with practiced ease. Her movements possessed the skill and the grace of a professional dancer, and the deadly efficiency of a cobra. He knew first hand the consequences of getting on her bad side, and it was something he preferred to never do again, but as long as he continued being her sparring partner, pain would always be in his future. He watched Motoko's performance in silence, not wanting to interrupt her and quite possibly becoming the recipient of an errant strike.
Despite his silence and the fact that Motoko had her back to him the entire time, she knew that he was watching her. She had become very attuned to Sean's aura and could sense it from a mile away. She focused more on his frequency, and noticed that it seemed ill at ease. She was curious as to what was troubling him. As far as she knew, he hardly ever discussed such things with anyone, but she always had the nagging feeling that there was something she could do to help, if only he'd give her the chance. She finished her kata and turned to face her audience. "How was it?" she asked.
"Flawless as always," Sean said.
"And what, exactly, are you referring to with that statement?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not." Motoko knew it would be a compliment no matter how it was interpreted, but anyone who knew her knew that praises directed at her body have been reason enough for a brutal assault in the past. Fortunately for Sean, she has gotten used to such flattery, at least from him, and doesn't mind it as much as she used to.
"Shall we?" Sean asked, motioning toward the stairs.
"Let's," Motoko said, and they made their trek back to Motoko's room. On the way, she saw Sean looking at the floor a short ways in front of him. She has noticed that this was an unexplained habit of his and that, in his early days as landlord, this would cause great misfortune for him when certain body parts happened to enter his field of vision. She also knew that when he was like this, he was either deep in thought or not thinking at all, and considering what she sensed earlier, she assumed it was the former. "Sean, what's troubling you?"
"Hmm?" Sean turned his gaze to Motoko's face. "Oh, right, the whole sensing thing. I was just thinking about what's happened recently. The last couple weeks have been quite… stressful, you know?"
Motoko nodded knowingly. He had told everyone about Kitsune and him attempting to market the lust potion and what that entailed. This brought to light how Sean became the object of desire for most of the girls, herself included. Nobody knew that Stephanie was responsible for the entire thing (including what happened back on Valentine's), not even Sean. For all they knew, she just really, really wanted to join in.
Sean and Motoko walked into the swordswoman's room and entered their digital domain like they have so many times before. "This time has to be different," Sean thought as he grabbed his weapon. "It just has to be. I have to figure out some way that I might actually defeat her instead of the other way around." Suddenly, an idea popped in his head; one that could possibly kill two birds with one stone. "I think I figured out a way to add another element to your training," he said.
"How's that?" Motoko asked, genuinely intrigued. She watched as Sean turned into Alicia, which only egged on her curiosity "What are you doing?"
"Call it an experiment," Alicia said. "Let's see how well will you fight when faced with distraction."
"What kind of distraction?"
"This kind." Alicia set her sword down and then proceeded to strip.
"What are you doing?!" Obviously, Motoko did not expect something like this to happen. I can't imagine why.
"Don't you agree that this would be distracting?" Alicia asked as she tossed her clothes to the side--all her clothes.
"Well, sure, but--" Motoko suddenly realized her opponent's intentions. A warrior should be able to fight, no matter the circumstances; even if their adversary just happens to be a beautiful, naked woman. "I understand."
"Let's go," Alicia said, getting into her fighting stance. Motoko nodded, then charged, beginning their latest sparring match.
Now, if there had been an audience present, it wouldn't have taken them long to notice that, for a change, it was a pretty even match. Not surprisingly, Motoko found it somewhat difficult to keep her focus while her opponent left nothing to the imagination. Probably what distracted her the most was noticing the… freedom of movement Alicia's breasts possessed at that particular place and time. Despite all this, she was still able to maintain a slight advantage.
"Alright," Alicia thought. "That knocked her down a peg or two, but there must be something else I can do…" As she hacked and slashed at Motoko, her mind was racing, trying to think of some way to gain the upper hand. As luck would have it, an opportunity would make itself known--and from a very unexpected source.
The two combatants clashed swords and tried to push the other back. Motoko couldn't help but look at Alicia's heaving chest as she drew in a few deep breaths. It looked like she was giving it her all and that it was beginning to take its toll. "All I have to do is keep this up for a little while longer," Motoko thought. "I don't wish to--" Her thoughts were halted when she became aware of something. "Where is that smell coming from?" she asked herself. Suddenly, it dawned on her. "Could it be that she's…"
This little diversion would prove to be Motoko's undoing. With a surge of new energy, Alicia broke away, got behind Motoko and hit the back of her knees with the reverse side of her sword. After Motoko was forced down onto her knees by the impact, Alicia kicked her in the back as hard as she could, sending her sprawled out on her stomach. Quickly, she went to her side and flipped her over. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm--" Motoko started to say before she realized what was going on. Alicia had her sword arm pinned to the ground and a sword held against her throat. There was nothing she could do. "I'm defeated."
"You mean…?" Alicia asked, still breathing a hit heavily.
"Yes, you have beaten me."
A smile appeared on Alicia's face. "Yes," she whispered. "I did it. After all this time, I finally did it."
Motoko was confused by what she said. Still, there was something else she needed to find out first. "Sean?"
"Yeah?" she responded, tossing her sword to the side.
"I was just wondering; just now, were you…" For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence.
"Yes, I was," Alicia said, climbing on top of Motoko. "And I still am. I think it's time I accepted the prize for my victory." She bent over and gave Motoko a passionate kiss.
Motoko suddenly realized what was happening. Alicia's experiences over the last couple weeks and then some have finally caught up with her, causing her to be horny as hell. This got her wondering if this was her plan from the get go. To be honest, Motoko was affected by recent events as well. Granted, she wasn't as far gone as Alicia at this point, but right now, even if she had the ability to do so, she wasn't about to back away now.
Alicia felt Motoko wrap her arms around her and return the kiss. It felt good to finally to go about doing these pleasurable activities on his own terms, as opposed to it being forced on her. It felt really good.
They remained there in an embrace, motionless, for about a minute or two before Alicia had to come up for air. She started tugging hungrily at Motoko's gi, demanding entrance. Motoko was all too eager to oblige, but she also wasn't one to be submissive for too long.
Motoko flipped Alicia over, switching places with her so that she was on top. She began loosening the ties that held her gi closed, with Alicia looking on, seemingly tortured by how slowly she was undressing. This only made her want Motoko more than she already did. "C'mon, Motoko," her thoughts whined. "Don't drag this out forever!" After what felt like an eternity, Motoko finally removed her gi, tossed it aside and was about to remove her chest wrappings when Alicia held up a hand, stopping her. "Allow me," she said. She twirled a finger and the bindings came undone in an instant, falling neatly beside them. "God, you're beautiful."
"Would you like to see more?" Motoko asked. Seeing Alicia quickly nod, she stood up and took off the only remaining piece of clothing she had left: her panties. Now completely naked, she set herself back down on top of Alicia and resumed kissing. This time around, it was supplemented by both of them exploring each other's bodies, hitting every sensitive spot they could find.
"Oh, Motoko," Alicia moaned as Motoko started moving her mouth farther down her body. "It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what this feels like."
This reminded Motoko that there indeed was something she could do to help her landlord, and this was it. Granted, this wouldn't be the solution to every problem, but it was a good way to relieve stress, and Motoko would be glad to do this for him until the time came for Shinobu to take her place. "I hope she realizes just how lucky she really is," she thought.
Alicia wasn't able to see what Motoko was doing to her because the brunette's hair had become a curtain of sorts, preventing the blonde from watching, but she didn't care. She could feel what has going on, and was enjoying every moment of it, wishing it could last forever.
Just as soon as she thought things couldn't get any better, there was an abrupt end. She hadn't reached her peak or anything, Motoko just stopped what she was doing to her breasts. "What the hell is she doing?!" her thoughts screamed. "Why am I being tormented like this?!" She felt Motoko's silky hair blaze a trail across her chest, which made things almost unbearable for her. She wished Motoko hadn't stopped, but what she would do next made it all worthwhile.
Without warning, a new, more intense wave of pleasure rushed through her and she realized that Motoko didn't stop, just redirect her efforts from her chest to her crotch. Alicia moaned uncontrollably as Motoko sent her farther and farther down the path to ecstasy.
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A girl in her mid teens walked up the steps to Hinata-Sou, a suitcase in each hand. The early morning sun radiated off her pale skin and reflected somewhat off her jet black hair, done in a simple ponytail that reached a little ways past her shoulders. "It's been such a long time since I've been here," she muttered to herself. "Since I've seen… him…" She recalled memories of a boy from her past; all the good times they had together back when they were kids. She quickly shook the happy thoughts from her mind; she hasn't seen that boy in years, and she didn't know if she would ever see him again. This being the case, she didn't wish to dwell on memories such as those for longer than she had to. This mindset proceeded to give her an emotionless demeanor as the years went by, and it has earned her very few friends, which was fine by her.
She reached the top of the steps and looked at the imposing structure that was the Hinata-Sou girls dormitory. "This place hasn't changed one bit," she said, scanning the building in front of her. Her attention was sent elsewhere by the sound of her cat meowing from its perch on her shoulder. "Yes, Kuro," she said, scratching the cat behind the ears, causing it to purr. "It is a beautiful sight." She resumed walking toward the front door. "Soon, I'll find out everything I need to know." She knocked on the door a few times, but got no response. She figured that, since it was so early on a weekend, everyone was still asleep.
She opened the front door (mildly surprised that it was unlocked), entered the empty living room, quickly set her bags down and sat down on the couch. It was a long trip from the airport, and carrying those heavy bags the whole way took a lot out of her. This would be a perfect time to rest up before confronting her target.
--- 6:11 AM
Motoko's door opened and she and Sean walked out, acting as though nothing had happened between the two. In actuality, they spent half an hour together in that artificial world--and the last five recovering from it. "If you disliked our sparring matches so much," Motoko said. "why do you continue to participate in them?"
"I don't know," Sean said with a sigh. "I guess I must feel obligated to help or something. At first, I looked forward to them, but after so many loses--and painful ones at that--I started to lose my positive outlook towards them."
"And so you figured out a way to win."
"I only came up with that idea right then and there. If only I hadn't thought of something so…"
"Don't worry about it," Motoko said, smiling. "What's done is done, and besides, I doubt you could have come up with anything that worked as well as that. You had me almost completely off balance by what you did and when I smelled your--"
"That," Sean interrupted, "wasn't part of the original plan."
"Then what was?"
"I didn't have it all worked out."
"So you were improvising, huh?"
"Basically. I just wanted to beat you at least once without going so far as magically enhancing my abilities. That idea felt like it had some promise, so I went with it and hoped for the best."
"And what would you have done if you lost again?"
"To be honest, I probably would have tried the same stunt as when I won, just in a different way. You didn't think winning was the only thing I was trying to accomplish, did you?"
"On that note, there's something I want to tell you. If our battles will end up like that one did…" A wide smile appeared on Motoko's face. "then I wouldn't mind losing to you more often."
A matching smile emerged on Sean's face. "Somehow, I'm not surprised." Sean couldn't be more relieved by that last little exchange of words; and why not? He had just rediscovered an outlet for his hormones after almost three months of going without. "Come on, let's go see if Shinobu's started breakfast yet."
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The new girl heard part of the conversation from her seat on the couch. She couldn't understand what was said, but she quickly recognized one of the voices as a male one. "Why is a male here?" she thought. "Could it be that…" Her heart skipped a beat at the possibility running through her mind. "Is it possible…?" Her heart and mind were each going a mile a minute. She was grateful for two things right then: one, that she was the only person in the room at that moment to see her like she was, and two, that she waited in the living room for someone to arrive for so long.
When Sean and Motoko entered the room, the hopeful gleam in the girl's eyes vanished in an instant. "I should have known better," she thought, quickly regaining her composure. "Though there is some resemblance…"
"Hello there," Sean said upon seeing their surprise guest.
"Uh, hey," the girl said with uncertainty. She regarded the man with deep suspicion. "Why would a man be at a girls' dorm?" she thought. "Besides the obvious, of course…"
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Sean asked.
"You can help me by directing me to the landlord of this place."
"You're looking at him."
"So this is the one Haruka found?!" the girl thought. "He certainly has some explaining to do."
"What business do you have with me? Are you looking for a room?"
"Not exactly. Have a seat. We have a lot to talk about."
"Do you know her?" Motoko whispered as the two made their way to the couch.
"I haven't seen her before in my life," Sean whispered back. When they sat down, the girl started her interrogation.
"Alright, how long have you been here…" she motioned for him to answer an additional, implied question.
"Sean, and I've been here since last June."
"And do all of the girls tolerate you being here?" Her question was partially directed towards Motoko.
"It took a little while to get used to," Motoko said. "but we have fully accepted his presence here."
"So he doesn't try anything?"
"He is a gentleman," Motoko said; a smile starting to form. "…most of the time."
"So he is perverted."
"Isn't everyone?" Sean asked.
"Excuse me?" the girl asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well, haven't you ever fantasized about a guy before?"
A slight blush appeared on the girl's face, but it quickly subsided. "What qualifications do you have for being here?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.
"An accounting degree from a college in the states."
"So you should be reliable in regards to managing finances, correct?"
"I should hope so."
The girl reached into one of her bags and pulled out a sheet of paper. "Take a look at this," she said, handing it to him.
Sean scanned the document for a moment. "How did you get this expense report? I sent these only to the owner of this place."
"That is of no concern to you right now. Look at that report closely."
Sean did, noticing that it was the one he had sent about a week before. "Uh, what am I supposed to see?"
"THAT!" the girl yelled, pointing to a line on the report that said "Maintenance and Repair Costs" and the amount listed: ¥0. "Care to explain that?"
This made Sean nervous. He had no intention of telling this stranger about his abilities. Luckily, a distraction would arrive with impeccable timing.
"Hello," Shinobu said as she entered the room.
"Hey Shinobu," Sean greeted back. "Could you set an extra place at the table for our guest here?" The young girl nodded, then rushed off to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
"And who was that?" the newcomer asked, noting Shinobu's apparent age. "Shinobu was it?"
"Yep."
"And why is a girl that young staying here?"
"As far as I know, her parents aren't getting along right now and she doesn't want to take sides."
"I see. Mind if I take a look around?"
"No problem. In fact, I'll give you a tour myself. Motoko, could you go help Shinobu in the kitchen?"
"Sure thing." All three of them got up off the couch; Motoko went to the kitchen and the other two went upstairs, at the girl's request.
As they went down the hallway, Sean couldn't help but notice that the girl was looking around, trying to take in every last detail. "What are her intentions?" he thought.
"This place looks so well kept," the girl thought as she looked around, either unaware of Sean's stares or ignoring them. "How is he able to keep this place up and running without spending any money towards repairs? It just doesn't make sense."
The tour went off with hardly a word and the time eventually came for breakfast. All the girls were curious as to who their visitor was and where she came from.
"All I know is that she's interested in our finances," Sean said.
"As soon as I find out all I need to know, I'll be out of your hair and you probably won't see me ever again," the girl said.
"Well, she's all business, isn't she?" Kitsune said.
"Sorry I'm late," Keitaro said as he entered the dining room. "Hmm? Who do we have here?"
When the girl turned to face him, her heart started racing. "No," she thought. "It can't be." Tears started to pour from her eyes. "But it is; it's him. He's finally come back into my life; after all these years…"
"Um," Sean said. "Is something wrong?"
The look of shock never left the girl's face and her voice came out in a whisper. "Oniichan…"
End of Chapter XXXVIII
Gee, I wonder who this could be? And for those of you who thought it would be Nyamo, answer me this: Why would Nyamo be in Africa? Wasn't she a Pararakelse native? (Looking at LH Volume 8) Wow, I can't believe I got the spelling of the island right on the first try. Well, anyway, see you next time! Please R&R!