Fuuma Amane - 1 (A Step Forward)
At first, it was just a hunch.
Due to a mission, Fuuma Amane was away from home and only returned at sunrise. She had the entire morning to rest before getting back to work.
She noticed Tokiko wake up a bit late than usual and took more time in the shower. But the thing that irked Amane the most in the morning was the sounds of Tokiko's footsteps when she made her way down the stairs. It started from the Young Master's bedroom!
Amane observed closely from the kitchen, Tokiko's facial feature looked a bit blushed with disheveled hair. The sleep pajama she was wearing was cleaned and tidy, such a well-reserved state of the clothes didn't suit that kind of expression, not at all. Call her skeptical, but it almost sounded like her rival just put it on for the sake of hiding a possible nocturnal visit.
"Haaah~."
Amane could have sworn she heard Tokiko make a sweet voice like she wished she was still in a dream. The hunch now turned into a full-blown suspicion. What the hell happened last night while she was away?!
"Morning, Amane."
"Good morning, Young Master."
The Young Master also woke up earlier than usual. He came down the stairs and rushed past her, carrying a plastic bag in his hands to the clothesline rack in the yard. Color her surprise, that brief glance over the shoulder from him was a sign. Thank goodness the Young Master hadn't learned how to control his expression properly. She needed that one unintentional hint.
The living room was empty, none of the guests in the house had woke up yet. It became a perfect opportunity for Kotaro to do whatever he was trying to accomplish.
But there was still Amane, she was the closest person within his line of sight. Amane decided to feint her focus and continued to prep tea in the kitchen to relieve Kotaro of his caution. For whatever reason that made him act like that, he sure was quick like a sneaky suspect desperately tried to dispose an evidence.
"Interesting."
Thinking he was away from her prying gaze, the Young Master secretly hung a wet blanket among the newly washed clothes in the yard. What was on the blanket? she needed to get closer to check.
Coincidently, there was a basket filled with the girls' clothes. Skimpy and revealing piece of cloths belonged to the elves and demon girls which openly defied the human world's common sense. Tokiko and Saika had to carefully labeled it in case they mixed the clothes together with Kotaro's basket. Innocent Noah had mistook the baskets once and Lilim got grounded because she pulled pranks on them multiple times much to her headache.
"That's a lot."
"There's been more people living at our home, after all."
The Young Master played it off with a comment about the basket, which she happily responded with a smile.
This was supposed to be Saika's job in the morning, they planned out the routine together and took turns. Just for today, Amane would gladly shorten the former secretary's schedule in advance to figure out what happened last night.
Amane took a sniff as she passed by the blanket to get the rest of the basket dried in the sunlight. Her eyes narrowed at the faint trace of a womanly scent. Amane recognized it, she also had a few occasional nights when the urges turned her restless thinking about the man of her life. He tried to cover it with the strong smell of soap, but she knew better than to let that familiar smell of the products they used together to fool her nose.
"So that's how it is."
The full picture was not yet fully unveiled. However, never to underestimate a woman's intuition, especially an Elite Taimanin Specialist. Overnight, the unspoken competition in the Fuuma Estate had kicked up by a notch.
He wanted to keep quiet about it, then Amane had no more reason to get the truth out of him. As one of his most trusted servant and sister figure, it was the least she could do. She didn't have to confront Tokiko for disrupting the balance of the competition either.
The inner circle of their rivalry now had a rift. In other word, an advantage!
"I guess it's my turn."
Amane decided to take a step forward. There was no way she would waste an opportunity like this.
One of Danjou's secret houses located deep in the mountains near Gosha.
It had a collection of books that served the Young Master's interest since his childhood, Kotaro some times came here to get more research materials about Ninja Arts and other literatures.
Fuuma Amane was already here. She arrived first while he was still on his way. With the tuxedo hung in the wardrove and a cardboard box filled with questionable stuff hid in the corner, Amane got on the bed, she only needed the bra and panty to make herself comfortable with a highly potential scenario in her mind.
Lights turned off, the screen from Amane's laptop dimly lit the room as she was writing a matured theme article on an online blog. Just one private account away and a casual shift in tone, she kept typing and words naturally flew like a river stream.
Some times, her hands stopped midway, toes curled up at a quick raise of her supple butt. Electrified sensations shook all the way from the wet groin to her brain. The little vibrating egg kept her wild imaginations running, soft breaths became moans.
"Fuuaaahhh~!"
Amane stopped holding back her voice. A bit of her juices gushed out, dampened the towel spread between her and the blanket. Her body was readied, but the Young Master had yet to walk through that door. She had been like this for nearly an hour. What was taking him so long?
The wait slowly built up her frustration. Amane began to type with one hand, two mechanical fingers thrust into her mouth, let it wet and slippery in her saliva. Her back arched, she jolted up pleasurably in one pull of the vibrator out of her lower lip.
This time, Amane resorted to her hand, kneading and rubbing the entrance until it caught up to the intense moment of her article. The act was deliberate and slow, she couldn't do it too fast with cold, firm and roughed fingers made of metal. A shame she didn't install a vibrating function to the mechanical arm beforehand.
"Don't stop...don't stop." Amane immersed herself in the plot.
Her body became hot, it made her impatient. Amane typed faster as the feelings in her bottom finally matched the pace of the blog.
Forget the kisses and tongues wrestling, she humped the pillow and would bite off the sheet if needed. Amane was already way past the tender roleplay paragraphs filled with vulgar wording phrases from character (K)otaro and one aggressive fingering section with character (A)mane.
Yes, it was her blog. Yes, it was self-insert. It was the one place where she could blow off steams after work, who cares!
"Young Master...Young Master, put it in...please put it in..."
Throwing her shame out the window, Amane moaned his name and tore her panty off. Her legs parted and the movement of her mechanical grew intense.
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...
(A)mane was already at her wit end, she wanted to cum but (K)otaro playfully held her dripping wet lower lip hostage to an emptiness that drove her crazy. She thrashed in his grip, both arms and legs pinned down to the sheets.
Her clit wanted to be touched, her womanhood begged for his shaft. She turned her neck and lip pursed to (K)otaro who was holding her from behind her, kissing his chin. (A)mane rubbed her back to his firm chest, the hard erection below rubbed her skin, thinking about it kept the lust in her going.
(K)otaro knew how to tease women, something Amane'd established for his character in the previous blogs. He blew soft air to (A)mane's ear and kissed down her flushed nape.
"Ahhh~. Cumming!"
One of his hands snaked into her groin and stroked her sensitive clit. (A)mane choked, struggled to let her sweet voice out as he sealed her lip with his. Bucking her bottom with fingers coming in and out of her folds, (A)mane's legs tensed up as love juices sprayed all over the bed.
When the kiss loosened, she pulled away for deep breaths. Teary eyes saw how wet her crotch had become after the orgasm and the mess on the sheet. (A)mane was happy he finally let her cum, but she wanted more, her hips continued to shake with needy pulses from the gaping wet lip.
"Cock...I want your cock, (K)otaro." She panted.
He obliged. Her arms and legs came free, no longer locked in his grip. (A)mane turned around with a lewd eagerness in her eyes and opened her mouth wide before that standing erection. She was about to take in his thing, to shove it down the throat with a dose of hot warm pre-cum.
But he stopped her.
He held (A)mane firmly by the shoulders and laid her down. Widened eyes stared at (K)otaro's face, puzzled and bewildered by the sudden flip in his action. He hunched over her with a grin, waving a condom in his hand as he got it from the bedside.
"You prepared this, huh. You sure you really want it, (A)mane?"
(A)mane wordlessly nodded her head. Yet, her lover had a different idea. He casually tossed it away much to her surprise.
"You're my servant, I own you." His face came close to her ear and whispered. "I want you to feel it raw."
At his words, the impressive manhood sprang forth next to her slippery entrance. He needed neither the condom nor a blowjob to build the pace for a good sex, it was primed and ready to satisfy both of their craving. (A)mane felt the urge to cum again once he settled the tip against her wetness.
Yes! She was about to get it raw! She was her Young Master's bitch! She took advantage of the situation to lure him into this, she deserved it!
His pelvis slowly moved, the emptiness inside her began to fill up. He hooked her legs around the waist, drawing (A)mane's sweaty body closer to his toned chest. She stared at him in the eye, her face burned red like the heat from the intimate contact down there was spreading to her melted brain.
(A)mane twisted in delight while he picked up the speed. Shivers raced up her spine, feverish and aching in each pounding of their hips. She felt no shame and no patience, the fiery want in the lower lip fully unleashed its primal need. She squirted as he kept on thrusting, slamming her crotch without missing a beat.
Her hands forgot to fondle the boobs and stuck to his back, her tongue hung out silly until he snatched it with his lip. The trembling moans turned into nonsensical blabbering as love-shaped hearts filled her eyes, her conscience dropped and let loose.
(A)mane squealed lovely to her Master as his cum filled her inside to the brim.
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...
"Oooohhhhh~!"
Amane came from reading the product of her imagination. The dildo was working, a tad bit off from the actual warmth she couldn't wait to experience once the real deal knocked on that door.
She laid on her back, picturing the Young Master caress her body while he repeatedly pumped her in the horny mouth below. Dazed eyes saw the dark shade on the ceiling turn pink, maybe Amane was seeing things because the immersion riled up her mind. Her stomach grew hotter with something shiny on the skin.
The next wave of pleasure raised her hip up the air, pushing out the dildo and the love juices dripped down from her thighs and stained further the sheet.
With her lower half collapsed in one loud thud, Amane caught a breath before she looked back at the laptop. Her heart nearly skipped a beat, not out of love-struck of her creation, but a terrifying discovery.
The next line on the page was blanked. There was nothing else to immerse herself in, she'd stopped writing the blog with both of her hands busy taking care of her own heat.
"Are you kidding me?!"
She kidded herself, alright. Amane's wild imaginations got the better of her. She reluctantly saved her draft and pushed the laptop away. Amane buried her face into the pillow, grumbling in annoyance.
The horniness was still there, she half-expected it to cool off.
Recovered a bit of her sense, Amane finally recalled the strange light on the ceiling. She was familiar with this place, nothing in the room could be the source of such thing.
"Wait..." Unless her dazed vision from a moment ago didn't deceive her, Amane decided to look in the mirror. "What in the world?!"
Right above the arousal, a magic symbol engraved to her skin. The Love Crest had marked another person who was closed to the Catalyst.
Creak!
Amane flinched, eyes widened in anticipation. The door led to this room hadn't opened. But she heard them clearly, noises came from the ground floor.
After a long while, the Young Master arrived at the secret house. She could never mistook the sounds Kotaro made with his footsteps. Amane made a quick look at herself in the mirror, she looked like a mess before the real deal even started.
And it was still there.
The Love Crest shone dimly, highlighted the after-glow of her slender figure. Amane's juice was still dripping between her legs. No, something didn't seem right.
"Ohh~! Oh!"
Amane came softly.
It felt like a light orgasm just delayed and hit her while she wasn't notice. It felt like an invisible hand just rubbed her inside, playing with the arousal. Her touch only increased the sensitivity.
"Amane, are you there?"
The Young Master was looking for her. Somehow, Amane became excited again, she didn't see herself as a kinky girl, yet the idea that he would find her in this embarrassing state made her lips even more wet.
No, that wasn't good! It was because of this magic. It had a ridiculous effect on her body, she got it.
The next orgasm was building up inside her, Amane straddled the pillow, which was already covered in her nectar, and started humping it with force. She was a perverted girl for wanting to claim her Young Master, but at this rate, she would cum right in front of his face before coming up with a convincing explanation. That would be improper, she still had her dignity as a butler to save!
Amane listened closely to his noises while she bit on the pillow, covering her roughed gasps. He was heading further into the corridor, this house had tons of book collections, the room she was in had plenty too. Kotaro should take his time to search for whatever materials he needed to learn while she tried to vanquish her own sexual desires in silence.
A strong pulse jolted Amane, she nearly slipped her voice. As if the Love Crest refused her struggle to keep quiet and took measure. She tightened her grip on the pillow, the left mechanical hand applied more pressure as she sat up straight and bended the cloth bag, hugging closed to her chest. This position felt nicer, almost there with the next orgasm! Hurry, hurry!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Why is this door stuck?...wait, it isn't locked." The footsteps downstairs suddenly had a drastic change. "Amane! Where are you?!"
There was a sense of urgency in Kotaro's voice. The noises from his shoes echoed across the ground floor as he was calling her name, he seemed to have noticed something strange in the house. But it didn't look good for Amane, she couldn't relieve herself of this strong intoxication quick enough.
Step! Step!
He was taking the stairs, right when the high in her body nearly reached its peak. This room located at the very end of the corner, she still had time. Her hips grinded swiftly, pillow squeezed hard by the cyborg left arm. Amane arched her back, pushing the lustful sensation in the lower lip to its climax.
"Hhhhhmmmmm~!"
Shred!
Sinking in the hot release of her love juices, the pillow snapped in half by the vice-grip of the cyborg arm, littering the room with feathers.
And...
And...
"A-Amane?"
Some of it landed on a certain young man's hair. He stood by the door with a shocking look on his face.
Having her wet crotch exposed to his view, Amane froze on the bed. His awkward voice caused her whole body to blush madly.
"Y-Y-Young Master! This isn't what it looks like!"
"O-Okay."
He sounded unsure of her words, Amane felt like her heart just sank. Then, his gaze hardened as if the mess in the room struck him a revelation. The next step he made caused her nervous, his shoes slammed the ground with a bit of strength, like he was about to judge her unsightly behavior.
"Why is that thing on your body?! Are you okay?!"
Amane had been the one who started it, but Kotaro was pointing at another presence in the room, the culprit who drove her into this situation. The Love Crest on her body lit up in respond, Amane's stuttered reply halted without a warning.
As he grabbed her shoulders in worry, her sweet voice leaked as if it was a conditioned reflex. The direct touch of his hands aroused her in an instance, Amane had no control over the unnatural rise of her own desires.
"Hang in there, let me check it!"
She was clueless to his reason for doing so, Kotaro didn't seem to care that she was literally naked in a dark room.
Amane leaned back, letting his hands run up and down the belly as he tried to rub the magic symbol off her skin. To her already sensitive body, it had a desirable effect. It felt too good she no longer nerved herself to anything.
"Dang it, not you too."
He muttered something, she didn't catch it while the built up excitement shrouded her hearing. Goodness! If his hands went any lower than that and reached into the flower bud, it would be ideal. Her plan would be realized. Go on, Young Master, Amane wanted to cum by your hands.
Suddenly, he pulled away. Amane's jawline hung like a disappointed kitten when he grabbed the dildo, still coated in her sticky juice.
"Amane, you're probably confused. Don't worry, I have a plan." Kotaro said. "Just let go. Allow the arousal to flow naturally, okay?"
What was that for? Did he intend to stick it in her? Like that thing wouldn't do her any good right now, she needed his hands!
Why was he saying that with a serious face? Why did it sound like the Young Master experienced this before? Had he done this before?!
Amidst the questioning thoughts, a conclusion drawn to Amane. Whatever that happened to her at this moment, the same thing must had also happened to Fuuma Tokiko last night.
No doubt about it now, Tokiko was already a step ahead of her. The unspoken competition between the Fuuma Sisters had truly strayed off its initial purpose.
"Young Master, I don't want to lose to Tokiko."
"What?"
The Love Crest shone brightly, as if knowing the next thought in Amane's mind and aligned with her emotions, amplified them.
"We both are no longer standing on equal ground. So I'll just go ahead and take further steps ahead of her!"
Taima Particles rose a whirlwind around Amane, its color shifted, matched with the lewd magic. Amane sprung into action, she grabbed the dildo with her mechanical hand and crushed the toy. It was so easily broken, she didn't need it. After all, the real deal was right in front of her.
The cruelest treatment to the artificial cock threw Kotaro off guard. He backed away, but the closed door behind him won't budge by any means. Amane got on all four on the bed like a cat ready to lunge at a trapped mouse.
"Wait! wait!"
No, she won't wait, not when she saw the big budge in his pant. As expected, the Young Master was a young man full of vigor.
"That Crest is messing with your body! Don't give in to it like that!"
It didn't matter. She was already in heat because of him, even before the Love Crest seized all of her senses.
Kotaro darted his gaze at the window and soon dropped the idea like it was a futile attempt. He quickly circled around the bed, Amane turned her head, following him without blinking, sharped and eyes filled by a heart-shape. The phenomenon in her eyes jolted him.
"Amane, your eyes?!"
His concern for her came first before sexual desires, it made the throbbing heart within Amane's chest beat stronger. Her hands began to trail along the bed sheets, towards him. Kotaro continued to retreat until his back slammed against a bookshelf. Amane licked her lip, there was no where else to run, he got himself into a corner.
He turned his head, line of sight dashed all over the shelf for something to use. Big mistake! He shouldn't have taken his eye off her.
Amane leaped off the bed like a hungry leopard, trapping Kotaro right where he stood. He yelped, but she had a wild grin on her face, a slip of the old persona she had left behind. Kotaro tried to pull out one of the books. However, Amane caught his wrists, pinning them in place.
"Young Master, allow me to serve you~."
After whispering those sultry words, Amane blended her hot breaths with his lips. Kotaro's head knocked back softly by the intense movement. His arms tried to break out of her vice-grip, he inched out for a bit before losing to her amplified strength. Being a trainee, there wasn't much he could do against an Elite Taimanin.
Amane knew that. She would help him indulge in this moment, to enjoy the intimate skin-ship with her. She would make sure to claim him before Tokiko did.
"Hhhmmm~. Ummmhhmm~."
Amane moaned passionately into the kiss, Kotaro no longer showed any resistance and loosened his body. While she let go of his arms, one of Kotaro's hand traced along the curve of her body and eventually hugged her closer. Holing her breaths and not yet pulling away from the kiss, she reached for his collar, mechanical hand swept down, unbuttoned the shirt and to caress that broad firmed chest.
His other hand, which was still holding a book, raised behind her head and stayed there, taking no part in the action. Amane had no idea what he was trying to do, too much light-headedness combusted along her train of thought to care.
A moment passed by, Amane pulled away, drawing air to her empty lungs. Their lips wet and connected by a single thread of saliva. Before it snapped, before she sat down on her knees to work on the budge inside his pant, he took her lip again much to her pleasant surprise. His tongue delved, shoving straight into her mouth. This time, Kotaro claimed the leading role as she purred in bliss.
Amane smiled inwardly, feeling triumphant. With this, she finally did it, she would be steps ahead of Tokiko, and maybe the rest of her rivals at Gosha.
Slowly, Amane couldn't stand straight on her feet. At some points, strength was leaving her body. The stimulations from both Kotaro and the Crest made her feel weak in the knees, she would have collapsed if he wasn't holding her in his arms.
Kotaro seemed to notice, he led her back to the bed while the both of them still enthralled by the deep kiss. He leaned forward, carefully and gently, pushed her down using the weight of his frame. Amane's arms spread on the bed, eyes closed and leaving her body to Kotaro to freely fulfill his desires.
Thud.
The back of her hand hit a book, she realized he'd brought it from the shelf to here. When Amane sneaked a glance at the title on the cover, her eyes went wide.
~Advanced Bedroom Art Techniques to Satisfy Your Partner~
It was a list of Carnal Technique practices. This was what Kotaro pulled out from the bookshelf. Or rather, he PICKED IT.
[Bedroom Art: Drain Touch]
The reason why her strength left her was...no way!
"Aahhhh~! Young Master!"
Kotaro nibbled at the side of her neck, taking Amane by surprise. From this angle, she couldn't get a clear view of his face. As the normal left eye had closed shut, the Love Crest on her stomach shone steady like it was opened to an invitation.
"Amane, just relax." Through the blurriness in her teary vision, his other eye looked like it was glowing. "It will be over soon."
Before words could be said from her lips, Amane slipped a big gasp as bursts of pleasure shocked her whole body. Shortly, her mind became numb, only the sounds of her own moans resonated in the room.
Amane blacked out as she lost count of her orgasms.
When the first sign of dawn came from the window, Kotaro crouched down, wearing just a boxer and leaned against the bedside in exhaustion. A piece of tissue shoved into his nose to stop the bleeding.
Amane was sleeping soundly in the bed, warmed and cuddled by the blanket.
By no mean this was a small feat to Kotaro, he used up the entirety of his own Taima energy pool in order to get to this point. Drain Touch didn't appear to be effective much when the target of usage was an Elite Taimanin, he took note of that and moved on to different techniques.
Even so, it wasn't easy. The damn Love Crest amplified her lust to the point she relentlessly held onto him even in a half-asleep state. Amane's primal instinct didn't need her mind to be fully conscious to achieve what she wanted the most, not to mention the Love Crest was fueling it.
That was terrifying! It dragged him throughout the whole night! It was completely different from the strict Tokiko who was actually meek in bed! It felt more like an intense sexual battle instead of a romantic love-making section!
"Glad it's over." Kotaro muttered under shaky breaths.
He looked over to the torn shirt and pant. Yes, Amane's mechanical arm did that. Kotaro didn't bring any spared clothes with him, he should start thinking for an excuse in case Tokiko found out when he got back in those tattered clothes.
He could always blame it on the bear. Just say that he kicked a branch, it hit the bear's head by accident and gave chase. Yeah, that a sounded reason.
"...hmmm...You...ng...Master..."
Amane muttered his name, it seemed like she was having some sort of dream. Unlike the case with Asagi-sensei, the Love Crest disappeared after she climaxed one last time. The thing's dubious nature was still a mystery he needed to dig deeper. But perhaps, that would be something to do for another day.
For now, Kotaro decided to wait by Amane's side. They would return to Gosha together once she woke up.
His hand rested on top hers and stayed there for a while.
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