Akamatsuverse Art Attack [LH]
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Necro after a year?
Why, yes, I do have fresh content. And possibly an idea for a lemony spin-off half chapter/snippet type thing.
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Kitsune was not sure just how far behind she was to Tsuruko when it came to winning over Keitaro. She had decided to go for a walk around the Hinata Sou, hoping for inspiration while he finished eating lunch with the swordswoman.
æProbably shouldnÆt be leaving him alone with her,Æ she thought to herself. æYeah, but what am I supposed to say to Keitaro? Leave the Christmas Cake here and run off to my room for some X-rated fun?Æ
The ash-blonde gave a small smirk at the idea of Keitaro blushing and stammering as she asked him if he wanted to go to bed with her. Then she realised that Keitaro probably wouldnÆt get so flustered, given that heÆd written at least two erotic novellas.
ôHeÆd probably think that IÆm planning something,ö Kitsune sighed.
Looking up, she found herself facing an unfamiliar door in an unused part of the Inn.
Trying the door, Kitsune found that it was an unlocked room used for storage.
ôHow longÆs it been since this place was cleaned?ö she asked, noting the thick coating of dust on everything as she scanned the room.
Inside the room, there were boxes of old papers. On the wall were a couple of shelves holding photo albums.
It was then that Kitsune saw what was taking up the majority of the space in the room. There was a rectangular table she guessed to be two metres by one metre, covered in a heavy duty sheet that had taken on a grey hue from all the dust in the room.
Curious as to why there was a table of such dimensions going unused in this part of the Inn, Kitsune gently lifted the sheet to see if there was anything that indicated why it had been placed here in storage.
ôHey, thatÆs a pool table!ö she exclaimed. ôI havenÆt played pool in ages. I wonder if itÆs got a free play option...ö
Looking at the sides of the table, Kitsune saw that it was a normal pool table, one that didnÆt require money for each frame.
ôScore.ö
The ash-blonde looked around for some cues, hoping that thereÆd be something usable. Under the table, there were two cue cases.
She checked the black boxes and saw that one had split, but there was still one that looked to be in reasonable condition.
ôI gotta tell Keitaro about this. Maybe we could start having tournaments?ö
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Necro after a year?
Why, yes, I do have fresh content. And possibly an idea for a lemony spin-off half chapter/snippet type thing.
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Kitsune was not sure just how far behind she was to Tsuruko when it came to winning over Keitaro. She had decided to go for a walk around the Hinata Sou, hoping for inspiration while he finished eating lunch with the swordswoman.
æProbably shouldnÆt be leaving him alone with her,Æ she thought to herself. æYeah, but what am I supposed to say to Keitaro? Leave the Christmas Cake here and run off to my room for some X-rated fun?Æ
The ash-blonde gave a small smirk at the idea of Keitaro blushing and stammering as she asked him if he wanted to go to bed with her. Then she realised that Keitaro probably wouldnÆt get so flustered, given that heÆd written at least two erotic novellas.
ôHeÆd probably think that IÆm planning something,ö Kitsune sighed.
Looking up, she found herself facing an unfamiliar door in an unused part of the Inn.
Trying the door, Kitsune found that it was an unlocked room used for storage.
ôHow longÆs it been since this place was cleaned?ö she asked, noting the thick coating of dust on everything as she scanned the room.
Inside the room, there were boxes of old papers. On the wall were a couple of shelves holding photo albums.
It was then that Kitsune saw what was taking up the majority of the space in the room. There was a rectangular table she guessed to be two metres by one metre, covered in a heavy duty sheet that had taken on a grey hue from all the dust in the room.
Curious as to why there was a table of such dimensions going unused in this part of the Inn, Kitsune gently lifted the sheet to see if there was anything that indicated why it had been placed here in storage.
ôHey, thatÆs a pool table!ö she exclaimed. ôI havenÆt played pool in ages. I wonder if itÆs got a free play option...ö
Looking at the sides of the table, Kitsune saw that it was a normal pool table, one that didnÆt require money for each frame.
ôScore.ö
The ash-blonde looked around for some cues, hoping that thereÆd be something usable. Under the table, there were two cue cases.
She checked the black boxes and saw that one had split, but there was still one that looked to be in reasonable condition.
ôI gotta tell Keitaro about this. Maybe we could start having tournaments?ö
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Interesting. I am beginning to see Keitaro find some "inspiration" from Kitsune's little discovery. Or perhaps from Kitsune lying on said find in an enticing fashion. Maybe not having that sort of fun on the pool table, since it might ruin the felt on it. Reupholstering stuff is expensive, you know.
Interesting. I am beginning to see Keitaro find some "inspiration" from Kitsune's little discovery. Or perhaps from Kitsune lying on said find in an enticing fashion. Maybe not having that sort of fun on the pool table, since it might ruin the felt on it. Reupholstering stuff is expensive, you know.
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Keitaro was burning through the next chapter of his story. HeÆd outlined the main charactersÆ stories and the setting, and was now creating a scenario where the heroine, Toriko, was getting to know the male lead, Kou.
Tsuruko was watching Keitaro write. There was a focus on his face that she found endearing, since to her it implied that he was trying his hardest. SheÆd also been going over the scenes that heÆd written for spelling and grammar errors.
æKeitaroÆs got good grasp of language,Æ the widow noted. æI wonder how his tongue...Æ
Tsuruko blushed as she realised just where that particular thought was heading. æWhat am I thinking? Why am I thinking about that? Especially now, while weÆre alone...Æ
Keitaro was too engrossed with his writing to notice the change in expression on TsurukoÆs face from approval to idle pondering to embarrassment to lustful.
After another five minutes of writing, he started to tap his thumbs as he tried to work out how the next scene should go. He exhaled as he became increasingly frustrated with the minor blockage to his story.
ôIs there a problem, Keitaro-san?ö
ôI canÆt think about how to Toriko lets Kou know about how she feels. DonÆt forget that KouÆs also shy. ItÆs going to take something for him to get the confidence to talk to her about something other than business.ö
ôShe could just tell him how she feels,ö Tsuruko replied, somewhat knowingly. ôI hear the direct approach can work wonders.ö
Keitaro blinked, then took a deep breath before explaining why he didnÆt think that would work. ôWell, yes, the direct approach of Toriko saying æwe should go outÆ would solve this, but I canÆt just write something where they just meet then go to bed together. I tried writing a story that was basically a series of sex scenes and it felt wrong. To me, the difference between porn and erotica is that we care why the characters are having sex in erotica.ö
ôI see,ö the widow nodded. ôSo, you want there to be something that leads to Toriko and Kou having sex?ö
ôYeah,ö the ronin agreed. ôIÆm going to take a break for a few minutes. Feel free to look over what IÆve got for this scene.ö
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I do have a couple more scenes, but I might feel the need to expand on those before I post them. Or something.
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Keitaro was burning through the next chapter of his story. HeÆd outlined the main charactersÆ stories and the setting, and was now creating a scenario where the heroine, Toriko, was getting to know the male lead, Kou.
Tsuruko was watching Keitaro write. There was a focus on his face that she found endearing, since to her it implied that he was trying his hardest. SheÆd also been going over the scenes that heÆd written for spelling and grammar errors.
æKeitaroÆs got good grasp of language,Æ the widow noted. æI wonder how his tongue...Æ
Tsuruko blushed as she realised just where that particular thought was heading. æWhat am I thinking? Why am I thinking about that? Especially now, while weÆre alone...Æ
Keitaro was too engrossed with his writing to notice the change in expression on TsurukoÆs face from approval to idle pondering to embarrassment to lustful.
After another five minutes of writing, he started to tap his thumbs as he tried to work out how the next scene should go. He exhaled as he became increasingly frustrated with the minor blockage to his story.
ôIs there a problem, Keitaro-san?ö
ôI canÆt think about how to Toriko lets Kou know about how she feels. DonÆt forget that KouÆs also shy. ItÆs going to take something for him to get the confidence to talk to her about something other than business.ö
ôShe could just tell him how she feels,ö Tsuruko replied, somewhat knowingly. ôI hear the direct approach can work wonders.ö
Keitaro blinked, then took a deep breath before explaining why he didnÆt think that would work. ôWell, yes, the direct approach of Toriko saying æwe should go outÆ would solve this, but I canÆt just write something where they just meet then go to bed together. I tried writing a story that was basically a series of sex scenes and it felt wrong. To me, the difference between porn and erotica is that we care why the characters are having sex in erotica.ö
ôI see,ö the widow nodded. ôSo, you want there to be something that leads to Toriko and Kou having sex?ö
ôYeah,ö the ronin agreed. ôIÆm going to take a break for a few minutes. Feel free to look over what IÆve got for this scene.ö
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I do have a couple more scenes, but I might feel the need to expand on those before I post them. Or something.
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Keitaro was returning from using the toilet when he encountered Kitsune.
ôAh, Keitaro,ö the ash-blonde smiled. ôThereÆs something I want to ask you.ö
The ronin was surprised by the amount of cheer in his friendÆs voice. Earlier, she had seemed taken aback by the presence of Tsuruko in his room and that had visibly unsettled her a little.
ôOK, what is it you want, Kitsune?ö
ôI was thinking about... things, when I found out that thereÆs a pool table in one of the rooms thatÆs being used for storage.ö
ôPool table?ö Keitaro repeated. ôI donÆt remember there ever being a pool table when this was an Inn.ö
ôIÆm just as surprised as you. But anyway, how do you feel about bringing it out into the common room? ItÆs big enough for us to play pool in there without breaking anything, and we can use it to practice hand-eye coordination. Go on, itÆll be fun.ö
Keitaro pondered the merits of the pool table. In several foreign TV shows, it had been established that having a pool table was a status symbol and Kitsune was right in that it would allow him to hone his coordination.
ôIf you keep it clean, weÆll trial it. See if people use it more than you clean it.ö
ôYouÆre the best, Keitaro!ö Kitsune flattered shamelessly. ôWhen can we move it?ö
ôI was thinking about waiting until everyone got back, so they could help move it. Pool tables are usually heavy.ö
Tsuruko emerged from KeitaroÆs room. ôIs everything alright? I was beginning to wonder where youÆd gotten to. I read through what youÆve got, but I canÆt think of a way to help you at the moment.ö
ôDamn,ö Keitaro winced. ôIÆve done a lot of writing today, so maybe itÆs OK for me to do something else?ö
Kitsune realised that this would be an opportunity to get closer to Keitaro, especially if they could have a few drinks while playing pool that evening. ôHey, Tsuruko-san, since youÆre pretty strong, do you think you could help me and Keitaro move something?ö
ôWhat are you thinking of moving?ö the widow asked.
ôA pool table. If we do it now, we could have a few frames tonight,ö the ash-blonde smiled winningly.
ôI donÆt actually know how to play pool,ö Tsuruko replied. ôDo you have a copy of the rules?ö
ôI found a cue in decent condition, so there might be a copy of the rules in the room,ö said Kitsune. ôEven if there isnÆt, we could always play Killer.ö
Tsuruko blinked at the rather ominous name. ôæKillerÆ?ö
ôItÆs an elimination type game, IÆll explain when weÆve moved the table,ö the short-haired woman smiled.
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It took the three of them half an hour to get the table into the common room. There had been much straining and sweating, especially from Kitsune, who wasnÆt used to such manual labour, but the table had gone into the room.
ôIÆll take care of this cover,ö Kitsune volunteer. She carefully folded the beige material, making sure not to get the vast amount of dust onto the green baize or herself. ôIÆll be right back.ö
ôDo you mind if we get cleaned up before we have dinner,ö Tsuruko suggested.
Kitsune returned, her plan to shake most of the dust off the cover had backfired and it now looked like she was wearing most of that dust.
ôYeah,ö Keitaro nodded, having seen KitsuneÆs misfortune. ôLetÆs all get cleaned up before dinner.ö
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Keitaro was returning from using the toilet when he encountered Kitsune.
ôAh, Keitaro,ö the ash-blonde smiled. ôThereÆs something I want to ask you.ö
The ronin was surprised by the amount of cheer in his friendÆs voice. Earlier, she had seemed taken aback by the presence of Tsuruko in his room and that had visibly unsettled her a little.
ôOK, what is it you want, Kitsune?ö
ôI was thinking about... things, when I found out that thereÆs a pool table in one of the rooms thatÆs being used for storage.ö
ôPool table?ö Keitaro repeated. ôI donÆt remember there ever being a pool table when this was an Inn.ö
ôIÆm just as surprised as you. But anyway, how do you feel about bringing it out into the common room? ItÆs big enough for us to play pool in there without breaking anything, and we can use it to practice hand-eye coordination. Go on, itÆll be fun.ö
Keitaro pondered the merits of the pool table. In several foreign TV shows, it had been established that having a pool table was a status symbol and Kitsune was right in that it would allow him to hone his coordination.
ôIf you keep it clean, weÆll trial it. See if people use it more than you clean it.ö
ôYouÆre the best, Keitaro!ö Kitsune flattered shamelessly. ôWhen can we move it?ö
ôI was thinking about waiting until everyone got back, so they could help move it. Pool tables are usually heavy.ö
Tsuruko emerged from KeitaroÆs room. ôIs everything alright? I was beginning to wonder where youÆd gotten to. I read through what youÆve got, but I canÆt think of a way to help you at the moment.ö
ôDamn,ö Keitaro winced. ôIÆve done a lot of writing today, so maybe itÆs OK for me to do something else?ö
Kitsune realised that this would be an opportunity to get closer to Keitaro, especially if they could have a few drinks while playing pool that evening. ôHey, Tsuruko-san, since youÆre pretty strong, do you think you could help me and Keitaro move something?ö
ôWhat are you thinking of moving?ö the widow asked.
ôA pool table. If we do it now, we could have a few frames tonight,ö the ash-blonde smiled winningly.
ôI donÆt actually know how to play pool,ö Tsuruko replied. ôDo you have a copy of the rules?ö
ôI found a cue in decent condition, so there might be a copy of the rules in the room,ö said Kitsune. ôEven if there isnÆt, we could always play Killer.ö
Tsuruko blinked at the rather ominous name. ôæKillerÆ?ö
ôItÆs an elimination type game, IÆll explain when weÆve moved the table,ö the short-haired woman smiled.
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It took the three of them half an hour to get the table into the common room. There had been much straining and sweating, especially from Kitsune, who wasnÆt used to such manual labour, but the table had gone into the room.
ôIÆll take care of this cover,ö Kitsune volunteer. She carefully folded the beige material, making sure not to get the vast amount of dust onto the green baize or herself. ôIÆll be right back.ö
ôDo you mind if we get cleaned up before we have dinner,ö Tsuruko suggested.
Kitsune returned, her plan to shake most of the dust off the cover had backfired and it now looked like she was wearing most of that dust.
ôYeah,ö Keitaro nodded, having seen KitsuneÆs misfortune. ôLetÆs all get cleaned up before dinner.ö
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Two fisted update.
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In MotokoÆs room, Tsuruko stripped off down to her underwear before selecting her outfit for the evening. She had only brought a few changes of clothes, since her visit was meant to be a short stay and that was causing her a little bit of concern.
æI could wear the kimono again, but IÆm not sure thatÆs going to make playing pool easy if I might need to reach over the table,Æ she mused. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. ôI think that Keitaro-san might be a little distracted if I just went out like this.ö
Shaking her head as she smiled at the idea of just wearing her underwear for the rest of the evening, she noticed her sisterÆs wardrobe. æWell, I suppose I could borrow something from Motoko-han...Æ
Opening the door to the wardrobe, Tsuruko searched through MotokoÆs outfits for something suitable. It didnÆt take long for the widow to find the right outfit.
æMotoko-han hasnÆt even taken the tags off,Æ she thought sadly.
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In her room, Kitsune was also pondering what she should wear for that evening. The afternoon had gotten quite warm, so she was thinking that jeans were unnecessary.
æBesides, this is a chance to get closer to Keitaro,Æ she thought as she looked at the myriad of outfits sheÆd acquired over the years. Kitsune looked at the maidÆs uniform. æNo, too close to what I actually do here.Æ
The next uniform in the wardrobe was a nurseÆs outfit. æHavenÆt worn that one in a while... No, I better go with something that wonÆt look weird when youÆre spending the evening at home.Æ
The ash-blonde spotted a pair shorts. ôIt is a warm evening and we will be playing pool...ö she said, a smile forming on her lips. ôYes, and that blouse where the buttons easily undo...ö
Kitsune pulled out a thin, cream coloured blouse and placed it on her bed. She reached into her underwear draw for a fresh set. She paused as a thought occurred to her and mock-frowned. ôOh dear, all my normal underwear is in the wash. Only my special occasion lingerie is clean right now. Going braless would just embarrass Keitaro, and I did promise to be stop teasing him so much....ö
The short-haired woman smiled as she pulled out her chosen underwear for the evening. ôOh yeah, thisÆll let him know how serious I am.ö
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Two fisted update.
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In MotokoÆs room, Tsuruko stripped off down to her underwear before selecting her outfit for the evening. She had only brought a few changes of clothes, since her visit was meant to be a short stay and that was causing her a little bit of concern.
æI could wear the kimono again, but IÆm not sure thatÆs going to make playing pool easy if I might need to reach over the table,Æ she mused. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. ôI think that Keitaro-san might be a little distracted if I just went out like this.ö
Shaking her head as she smiled at the idea of just wearing her underwear for the rest of the evening, she noticed her sisterÆs wardrobe. æWell, I suppose I could borrow something from Motoko-han...Æ
Opening the door to the wardrobe, Tsuruko searched through MotokoÆs outfits for something suitable. It didnÆt take long for the widow to find the right outfit.
æMotoko-han hasnÆt even taken the tags off,Æ she thought sadly.
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In her room, Kitsune was also pondering what she should wear for that evening. The afternoon had gotten quite warm, so she was thinking that jeans were unnecessary.
æBesides, this is a chance to get closer to Keitaro,Æ she thought as she looked at the myriad of outfits sheÆd acquired over the years. Kitsune looked at the maidÆs uniform. æNo, too close to what I actually do here.Æ
The next uniform in the wardrobe was a nurseÆs outfit. æHavenÆt worn that one in a while... No, I better go with something that wonÆt look weird when youÆre spending the evening at home.Æ
The ash-blonde spotted a pair shorts. ôIt is a warm evening and we will be playing pool...ö she said, a smile forming on her lips. ôYes, and that blouse where the buttons easily undo...ö
Kitsune pulled out a thin, cream coloured blouse and placed it on her bed. She reached into her underwear draw for a fresh set. She paused as a thought occurred to her and mock-frowned. ôOh dear, all my normal underwear is in the wash. Only my special occasion lingerie is clean right now. Going braless would just embarrass Keitaro, and I did promise to be stop teasing him so much....ö
The short-haired woman smiled as she pulled out her chosen underwear for the evening. ôOh yeah, thisÆll let him know how serious I am.ö
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Hmmm... while I question Tsuruko just rummaging through Motoko's closet like that w/o asking, especially on a outfit still w/ tags... I'll leave that as a 'beside the point' item in favor of my real question.
I have to really wonder, just what form of outfit Motoko would have that would both appeal to Tsuruko, fit Tsuruko, and be along the lines of something she would want to wear to seduce Keitaro, *and* be in Motoko's closet... And just what that might imply about Motoko.
Hmmm... while I question Tsuruko just rummaging through Motoko's closet like that w/o asking, especially on a outfit still w/ tags... I'll leave that as a 'beside the point' item in favor of my real question.
I have to really wonder, just what form of outfit Motoko would have that would both appeal to Tsuruko, fit Tsuruko, and be along the lines of something she would want to wear to seduce Keitaro, *and* be in Motoko's closet... And just what that might imply about Motoko.
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Well, it's a dress that Motoko didn't want, but was forced into buying by Kitsune.
It wasn't as daring as the one Kitsune wanted, but it's not as modest as Motoko would have liked.
It's a bright red off the shoulder dress.
And yes, Tsuruko does fill it out more than Motoko did in the shop.
Well, it's a dress that Motoko didn't want, but was forced into buying by Kitsune.
It wasn't as daring as the one Kitsune wanted, but it's not as modest as Motoko would have liked.
It's a bright red off the shoulder dress.
And yes, Tsuruko does fill it out more than Motoko did in the shop.
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Huh... and here I thought that Tsuruko had found Motoko's school outfit for the next season/year and decided to test drive it. Although Tsuruko takes liberties with Motoko all the time so I guess it shouldn't surprise me that she'd wear her sister's clothes if she thought she needed to.
I could see Tsuruko barely fitting in a schoolgirl outfit trying to play pool would definitely require Keitaro to need a cold shower afterwards. But the dress works too.
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Huh... and here I thought that Tsuruko had found Motoko's school outfit for the next season/year and decided to test drive it. Although Tsuruko takes liberties with Motoko all the time so I guess it shouldn't surprise me that she'd wear her sister's clothes if she thought she needed to.
I could see Tsuruko barely fitting in a schoolgirl outfit trying to play pool would definitely require Keitaro to need a cold shower afterwards. But the dress works too.
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Tsuruko wouldn't want Keitaro to get some sort of complex. Too many people think he <s>should be</s> is some kind of lolicon at the best of times.
Besides, dressing up is more Kitsune's thing, isn't it?
There's a reason why I picked pool rather than something more popular in Asia, like ping pong/table tennis.
Some people have seen what this motivation is, and when the time is right, I shall share this motivation/inspiration.
Tsuruko wouldn't want Keitaro to get some sort of complex. Too many people think he <s>should be</s> is some kind of lolicon at the best of times.
Besides, dressing up is more Kitsune's thing, isn't it?
There's a reason why I picked pool rather than something more popular in Asia, like ping pong/table tennis.
Some people have seen what this motivation is, and when the time is right, I shall share this motivation/inspiration.
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True, he's not a lolicon, I'll give you that. Even in canon he doesn't even seem to think about the younger girls in a sexual way, despite some people's desire for Shinobu to win out in the end (including her own).
However, he almost married Motoko and here in the US, that's Jail-Bait territory for a 19-20 year old to be doing the Horizontal Mambo with a 15 year old. Most states won't even allow for a 15 year old to marry WITH parents' permission. Akamatsu seems to equate breast size with maturity, of which most of the characters are... quite mature.. despite their physical age. So, the whole loli thing takes a back seat to the humor and fanservice I think.
Not trying to talk you out of, or into, a course of action; rather just pointing out my thought on the matter.
True, he's not a lolicon, I'll give you that. Even in canon he doesn't even seem to think about the younger girls in a sexual way, despite some people's desire for Shinobu to win out in the end (including her own).
However, he almost married Motoko and here in the US, that's Jail-Bait territory for a 19-20 year old to be doing the Horizontal Mambo with a 15 year old. Most states won't even allow for a 15 year old to marry WITH parents' permission. Akamatsu seems to equate breast size with maturity, of which most of the characters are... quite mature.. despite their physical age. So, the whole loli thing takes a back seat to the humor and fanservice I think.
Not trying to talk you out of, or into, a course of action; rather just pointing out my thought on the matter.
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Keyword is US. Most of Tokyo's age of consent is sixteen after which the law won't interfere with their husband/wife actions. As for the case presented in My Wife is a Highschool Girl there was a legal document meaning that pairings marriage must have happened sometime before her sixteenth. Not to mention that the NATIONAL age of consent is a mind boggling 13
Keyword is US. Most of Tokyo's age of consent is sixteen after which the law won't interfere with their husband/wife actions. As for the case presented in My Wife is a Highschool Girl there was a legal document meaning that pairings marriage must have happened sometime before her sixteenth. Not to mention that the NATIONAL age of consent is a mind boggling 13
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Less talk of lolis, more talk about delicious Christmas Caek!
Besides, for those of use that read the manga, we all know that Kei's faceplants tend to home in mostly on boobage, with laps/butts as a close second.
Also... while Tsuruko may technically be a Christmas Cake, the only Hina Girl that IS close to being one is Mutsumi (and only because she's like 2 years older than Kei). As worldly as Kitsune seems, she is only 5-6 months younger than Kei.
Aaaanyhow, loving the competition and byplay between the Swordmistress and the Vixen, and how they are trying to get Kei's attentions.
Tsu-chan being very friendly and forward while wearing one of Motoko's ignored dresses vs Kitsune trying to be a little less blatantly obvious with her intentions and not just Naru's second fiddle has been very refreshing.
I'm waiting to see how Motoko and Naru react to their closest loved ones actually angling for the resident (ex-)ronin and doing a better job than either of them ever thought they did.
Less talk of lolis, more talk about delicious Christmas Caek!
Besides, for those of use that read the manga, we all know that Kei's faceplants tend to home in mostly on boobage, with laps/butts as a close second.
Also... while Tsuruko may technically be a Christmas Cake, the only Hina Girl that IS close to being one is Mutsumi (and only because she's like 2 years older than Kei). As worldly as Kitsune seems, she is only 5-6 months younger than Kei.
Aaaanyhow, loving the competition and byplay between the Swordmistress and the Vixen, and how they are trying to get Kei's attentions.
Tsu-chan being very friendly and forward while wearing one of Motoko's ignored dresses vs Kitsune trying to be a little less blatantly obvious with her intentions and not just Naru's second fiddle has been very refreshing.
I'm waiting to see how Motoko and Naru react to their closest loved ones actually angling for the resident (ex-)ronin and doing a better job than either of them ever thought they did.
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I question this too. Wiki lists Mutsumi is 20. Keitaro is listed as 19/20. Naru 17, Motoko 15, Mistune 19 (which is odd since Naru and Kitsune graduated at the same time? in the anime.), Shinobu 13, Kaolla 14, and Sarah 9.
With the exception of the brat Sarah, they're all over the age of consent at least... Not much comfort, but hey...
I question this too. Wiki lists Mutsumi is 20. Keitaro is listed as 19/20. Naru 17, Motoko 15, Mistune 19 (which is odd since Naru and Kitsune graduated at the same time? in the anime.), Shinobu 13, Kaolla 14, and Sarah 9.
With the exception of the brat Sarah, they're all over the age of consent at least... Not much comfort, but hey...
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For some reason I thought she was older... but, after checking the useless fact thread (mugendai character scans), I formally retract the comment.
This puts her at almost one year older than Kei.
Maybe I was thinking of post end-game/the NaruxKei wedding epilogue... nevermind.
For some reason I thought she was older... but, after checking the useless fact thread (mugendai character scans), I formally retract the comment.
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Otohime Mutsumi - DOB: March 3, 1978Maybe I was thinking of post end-game/the NaruxKei wedding epilogue... nevermind.
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That I'll believe... For two reasons...
It better cements the idea just how and why she remembered that incident better than Keitaro or Naru. Especially since Naru had to be only 2 to 3 years old back when the promise was made (thus why I hate the concept that at 2 she could understand the concept of college and destined love and marriage).
It also I believe at least in the anime I think was stated she failed 4 times...
That I'll believe... For two reasons...
It better cements the idea just how and why she remembered that incident better than Keitaro or Naru. Especially since Naru had to be only 2 to 3 years old back when the promise was made (thus why I hate the concept that at 2 she could understand the concept of college and destined love and marriage).
It also I believe at least in the anime I think was stated she failed 4 times...
Art Attack
Completing chapter 7.
Now, with regards to the rest of the evening, what should I do?
Do I have some kind of half-chapter, with the two lovely ladies' antics explained?
Do I leave it up to your imagination?
Should I abandon this story after this chapter?
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Keitaro took it upon himself to make dinner for everyone, since heÆd gotten cleaned up first. He was about to call for the others when Kitsune arrived and took a seat at the table.
ôOh, I was just about to call you to let you know dinner was ready,ö he said. It was then that he noticed that the short-haired woman had changed into quite a nice blouse.
Before he could comment, Tsuruko arrived in a bright red, off the shoulder dress. It was clear that it was a little too small for her, especially around the chest, but even so, Tsuruko looked stunning in the garment.
It gave Keitaro the impression that she was here for pleasure, rather than business.
ôOh, it looks like IÆve timed this right,ö the swordswoman smiled as she took a seat at the table. She moved a lock of her hair behind her left ear.
ôErr... yes,ö Keitaro replied, taking a moment to reassess what was going on. ôNow, whoÆs hungry?ö
ôI am,ö Tsuruko smiled.
ôMe, too,ö said Kitsune. She cast a glance at the dress Tsuruko was wearing. æThatÆs MotokoÆs dress. SheÆs going to make a play for Keitaro!Æ
Because he was serving the meal, Keitaro missed the look of challenge that Kitsune shot Tsuruko.
æOh, so you think you can compete with me, do you?Æ the widow thought with a smirk. æIt might have been a while, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.Æ
ôThatÆs an interesting dress, Tsuruko-san,ö Keitaro commented as he handed a plate to Kitsune.
ôI have a confession to make,ö Tsuruko said with a nervous smile. ôI borrowed it from Motoko-han. I know that itÆs not nice to borrow things without asking.ö
Keitaro blushed when he heard the raven-haired womanÆs reasoning. ôIt was either that or spend the rest of the evening in my underwear.ö
ôYes, thatÆs true,ö the ash-blonde nodded as she filled her plate with the food Keitaro had prepared. ôBut weÆre all adults here. WeÆve all seen naked bodies before, havenÆt we?ö
ôI didnÆt realise that you were trying to turn the Hinata Sou into some sort of exhibitionist camp, Kitsune,ö Tsuruko replied. ôI donÆt think Motoko-han would approve of such a change, do you?ö
ôIt took her long enough to accept me being the manager,ö Keitaro muttered. He realised that his comment had been spoken aloud and moved on to dishing out the rest of the meal.
æUh-oh, better stop Keitaro thinking about Motoko,Æ the short-haired woman decided. æIÆve got enough competition from the Aoyama family as it is.Æ
Tsuruko noticed the look of panic on her rivalÆs face and reached the same conclusion. ôI wouldnÆt worry about what a little girl thinks, Keitaro-san. Not when you can have a woman who knows what she wants.ö
Keitaro picked up on the purr that the swordswoman spoke her words with and, when he factored in the kiss she gave him earlier, finally put two and two together and came up with four. æRight, Tsuruko-san is serious about being with me. How do I do this without screwing this up completely?Æ
ôSpeaking of a womanÆs wants,ö Kitsune winked playfully, ôHow about you finish dishing up?ö
ôYes, sorry,ö the ronin apologised as he served the rest of the meal.
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After dinner, Kitsune racked the table for the game of Killer.
ôAnd how do we play this game?ö Tsuruko asked, noting that the ash-blonde was quite happy to bend over the table in front of Keitaro. æOh dear, it seems he missed that show, Kitsune. What a shame.Æ
Keitaro was preparing drinks when he realised that Kitsune was making a bit of a show about bending over the table to prepare the game. He decided that it was for the best if he didnÆt stare at her. Especially since those shorts did contain a fine pair of buttocks that, had things gone differently three weeks ago, heÆd have loved to have run his hands over them.
ôWell, the basics are we each take it in turns to have a shot and attempt to pot a ball. If we miss a pot or make a foul shot, we lose a life. We start out with three lives each,ö Kitsune explained. ôPotting the black will get you a life back and we wonÆt count a life gone if you donÆt pot on the break shot.ö
ôThat seems clear enough,ö the widow said as she reached for her drink. ôSo, whoÆs going first?ö
ôIÆll go first,ö the ash-blonde offered. ôItÆll give you a chance to get an idea on how to hold a cue.ö
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To be continued...
Completing chapter 7.
Now, with regards to the rest of the evening, what should I do?
Do I have some kind of half-chapter, with the two lovely ladies' antics explained?
Do I leave it up to your imagination?
Should I abandon this story after this chapter?
@@@@@
Keitaro took it upon himself to make dinner for everyone, since heÆd gotten cleaned up first. He was about to call for the others when Kitsune arrived and took a seat at the table.
ôOh, I was just about to call you to let you know dinner was ready,ö he said. It was then that he noticed that the short-haired woman had changed into quite a nice blouse.
Before he could comment, Tsuruko arrived in a bright red, off the shoulder dress. It was clear that it was a little too small for her, especially around the chest, but even so, Tsuruko looked stunning in the garment.
It gave Keitaro the impression that she was here for pleasure, rather than business.
ôOh, it looks like IÆve timed this right,ö the swordswoman smiled as she took a seat at the table. She moved a lock of her hair behind her left ear.
ôErr... yes,ö Keitaro replied, taking a moment to reassess what was going on. ôNow, whoÆs hungry?ö
ôI am,ö Tsuruko smiled.
ôMe, too,ö said Kitsune. She cast a glance at the dress Tsuruko was wearing. æThatÆs MotokoÆs dress. SheÆs going to make a play for Keitaro!Æ
Because he was serving the meal, Keitaro missed the look of challenge that Kitsune shot Tsuruko.
æOh, so you think you can compete with me, do you?Æ the widow thought with a smirk. æIt might have been a while, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.Æ
ôThatÆs an interesting dress, Tsuruko-san,ö Keitaro commented as he handed a plate to Kitsune.
ôI have a confession to make,ö Tsuruko said with a nervous smile. ôI borrowed it from Motoko-han. I know that itÆs not nice to borrow things without asking.ö
Keitaro blushed when he heard the raven-haired womanÆs reasoning. ôIt was either that or spend the rest of the evening in my underwear.ö
ôYes, thatÆs true,ö the ash-blonde nodded as she filled her plate with the food Keitaro had prepared. ôBut weÆre all adults here. WeÆve all seen naked bodies before, havenÆt we?ö
ôI didnÆt realise that you were trying to turn the Hinata Sou into some sort of exhibitionist camp, Kitsune,ö Tsuruko replied. ôI donÆt think Motoko-han would approve of such a change, do you?ö
ôIt took her long enough to accept me being the manager,ö Keitaro muttered. He realised that his comment had been spoken aloud and moved on to dishing out the rest of the meal.
æUh-oh, better stop Keitaro thinking about Motoko,Æ the short-haired woman decided. æIÆve got enough competition from the Aoyama family as it is.Æ
Tsuruko noticed the look of panic on her rivalÆs face and reached the same conclusion. ôI wouldnÆt worry about what a little girl thinks, Keitaro-san. Not when you can have a woman who knows what she wants.ö
Keitaro picked up on the purr that the swordswoman spoke her words with and, when he factored in the kiss she gave him earlier, finally put two and two together and came up with four. æRight, Tsuruko-san is serious about being with me. How do I do this without screwing this up completely?Æ
ôSpeaking of a womanÆs wants,ö Kitsune winked playfully, ôHow about you finish dishing up?ö
ôYes, sorry,ö the ronin apologised as he served the rest of the meal.
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After dinner, Kitsune racked the table for the game of Killer.
ôAnd how do we play this game?ö Tsuruko asked, noting that the ash-blonde was quite happy to bend over the table in front of Keitaro. æOh dear, it seems he missed that show, Kitsune. What a shame.Æ
Keitaro was preparing drinks when he realised that Kitsune was making a bit of a show about bending over the table to prepare the game. He decided that it was for the best if he didnÆt stare at her. Especially since those shorts did contain a fine pair of buttocks that, had things gone differently three weeks ago, heÆd have loved to have run his hands over them.
ôWell, the basics are we each take it in turns to have a shot and attempt to pot a ball. If we miss a pot or make a foul shot, we lose a life. We start out with three lives each,ö Kitsune explained. ôPotting the black will get you a life back and we wonÆt count a life gone if you donÆt pot on the break shot.ö
ôThat seems clear enough,ö the widow said as she reached for her drink. ôSo, whoÆs going first?ö
ôIÆll go first,ö the ash-blonde offered. ôItÆll give you a chance to get an idea on how to hold a cue.ö
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To be continued...