The house of Kimihito Kurusu was silent which was strange in itself. Thanks to maneuvering from Kimihito himself, all his home-stays were out with MON team to do the grocery shopping themselves. This would mean the house would be empty for at least three or four hours. Kimihito ran his hand through his hair and tried to calm his breathing, his shaking hands. The young man glanced at his watch and breathed again. She was always late but honestly he did not mind.
When the door opened, he turned to see her step in, professional attire as usual but Kimihito could not resist running his eyes down from the ample curve of her breasts to the shapely legs captured by stocking. There was just this way that the skirt shifted and rode up her thighs that made Kimihito's mouth dry. This was the day. It had to be the day.
"You wanted to see me, Mister Kurusu?" she started but she did not have time to react. The young man bound across the room wrapping his arms around her waist.
"My wonderful Kuroko," Kimihito breathed pulling her close to him. "I am humiliated by how forward I am but I could not resist any longer."
"Resist?" Kuroko said as he reached up and removed her glasses so he could gaze into her chocolate hued eyes. Filled with surprise but a faint of understanding.
"Ever since the day you came into my life, I have thought about you, growing more and more in love with the thought of you. I cannot stop myself from thinking about your soft lips, your delicate skin, your wonderful hair."
"Kimihito," she whispered taken aback. "You are sweet but you know we could never be together. You must choose to marry one of your home stays. I must do MON stuff instead."
Kimihito pulled her closer with a tear in his eye. "I understand but I cannot go forward knowing you are just out of reach."
"Oh, darling," Kuroko sighed gently pressing her full lips to his. She gasped into his mouth as his hands dropped to the back of her legs and snaked up her skirt, his hot skin against own. Her eyes grew wide as he hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down around her knees in such a swift, gentle motion which stole a gasp from her lips.
"Please. Let me make love to you so that at least I know happiness once," the young man begged.
He pulled scooped the willing Kuroko into his arms to take her to the bed.
"For a few hours, let me feel that you and I are one," Kimihito continued. "Let me spread your legs and...
"What the hell?!" Miia screeched interrupting and slamming her fist on the table as she had just come in a few moments before. The dishes that had yet to be taken to the sink jumped at rattled along with Papi and Suu. "What is this shit?"
"It is called fanfiction," Mero said slowly holding up the ipad in front of the angry lamia she had been reading from.
"Someone wrote fanfiction about my darling and Miss Smith! Who the hell has the gall too-"
"I wrote it," Mero sniffed indignantly. "Since none of you girls can get your act together, I must live my fantasy with pen and paper. Would it not be tragic if beloved, with all the ladies here, chooses the only woman not seeking his affections? That he pines for what he cannot have?"
Rachnera walked behind from the fridge where Mero was sitting at the table with a bottle of water in her clawed hand and took a sip. "I think you need to come up for air more often when you're in your pool, dear,"
The arachne stopped for a moment, leaned over to read over the mermaid shoulder and a look of interest came to her face.
"Did you go into detail of what you think honey would do to Smith?"
"Oh, yes!" Mero said clapping her hands finally pleased someone liked her story. "I tried to be very accurate with how humans copulate."
"Mhmm," Rachnera nodded taking another sip. "Mind sending me a copy?"
"Rachnera!" Centorea finally spoke up, her face having grown redder through the entire narration. "How could you want such a filthy thing. Mero, I am ashamed to think a princess such as yourself would write such...such lurid accounts."
"But it makes sense," Mero quickly cut in with pleading in her voice. "Think about it. Beloved has been forbidden to do anything with us and he is so honest and pure that he would not even break the rules even if he could get away with it. BUT...there is no rule that says he cannot enjoy the carnal pleasure with another human like Miss Smith."
"Plus," Rachnera added as she tapped on the ipad to the next page as read over the mermaid's shoulder. "Miss Smith probably has experience that honey would never be able to resist. You know what they say about older women."
"How dare you! Darling would never-" Miia's voice petered off as the thought of how nicely their exchange coordinator's skirt clung to her hips and legs and they all knew Kimihito loved legs.
Silence reigned in the room but was interrupted when the front door slammed open and the voice of the person they were thinking about called out.
"Hello! I barely survived the office thanks to all the work my boss has been throwing at me. And I'm hungry," the dark haired woman said striding in. "Is Darling-kun here? I wanted to update him about-"
Miss Kuroko Smith froze as eighteen pair of eyes locked on her with expressions ranging from smug to absolute rage.
"Uh..." Smith hiccuped in surprised. "Did I miss something?"
"Miss Smith!" Miia screeched. "Are you trying to steal my darling from me with your legs and sexual prowess?"
"Wha?" The confusion was obvious to Rachnera but she did not step in because this was too fun to watch.
"Have you had sordid dalliances with my master! Have you stolen his virtue with your sinful body?" Centorea broke out, rage coloring her face a deep red against the brown of her ears.
"My sinful what?" Smith said taking a step back. "What are you girls-"
The centaur and lamia advanced slowly.
"Ladies, please," Smith said trying to smile and disarm the situation. "I have no clue what you're talking about."
Papi jumped up on the table with her own screech, wings wide. "Are you trying to steal Boss from us and have lots of sex with him?"
"Nooo, nooooo," Smith said motioning with her coffee cup in hand calm everyone down. "Nothing like that. I don't know what put such a thought in your head. If I have to say it, Darling-kun and I have never had sex. It would be improper as his exchange coordinator."
The temperature in the room began to cool with shoulders slumping and heads relaxing. Rachnera watched keenly as guards began to drop. A mischievous grin began to spread across her face baring her sharp, little teeth.
"Oh, Miss Smith," Rachnera started sweetly as she walked past the table to leave the room, her eight legs clicking on the linoleum floor. "I am so happy you have no designs on honey being such a beautiful, curvaceous woman yourself. Your self control is quite admirable."
"Thanks," Miss Smith beamed back and then eyebrows quirked in confusion.
The spider continued past the woman as she talked. "It makes me feel happy inside. I know how humans like to argue about this sort of thing. I even heard some humans like to claim that blow jobs don't even count as sex so that when asked they can claim they never did the deed. Your species is quite good at splitting hairs. You are a very strong, honorable woman not to fall into such trickery."
Miss Smith looked at the spider girl with more confusion which had her looking over the top of her sunglasses. "Thanks...again?"
Silence reigned for only a moment longer before the spider went in for the kill.
"Oh!" Rachnera stopped and looking over her shoulder. "What did you want to tell honey?"
"That's right," Smith started remembering. "Darling-kun was worried about me being on my knees for so long yesterday and I wanted him to know I was okay."
Rachnera's grin grew bigger as the words escaped the clumsy Coordinator's mouth. Of course Rachenra knew Smith was referring to yesterday when her boss made MON scrub and wax the floors due to budget but t he other girls did not. The best part for Rachnera was seeing the light bulb appear on Smith's face.
"Wait! No. That's not what I meant!" Smith pleaded spinning around and stepping back from the home stays whose expressions had become dark. Mero clapped her hands in excitement.
"At last! A sordid affair!" the mermaid squealed. "Oh, Miss Smith! Please tell me all about your time on your knees in front of my beloved! Such betrayal! It is better than my fiction!"
The last thing Rachnera heard as she made her way to the attic was the shrieking scream of a lamia and the fleeing steps of a human towards the door shouting for Zombina and a tranq gun.