A little context: Kitsune hasn't already established herself as the maternal figure for Keitaro's programming here. I'll have to edit that part later.
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Keitaro entered the kitchen, stretching with a groan. He opened his eyes, and smiled. There was Shinobu, gorgeous as usual, working at the stove. He snuck up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Ah...! Sempai!" She cried out, surprised. Keitaro nuzzled her neck with a grin.
"Come on Shinobu-chan, I'm not that much older than you," he said, as his hands began to roam her generous curves. "But if that's the sort of thing you want to play~..."
"Oooohhh..." Shinobu moaned happily. Oh yes, she was going to love being Naru-sempai's mother... And Keitaro's wife, heheheh...
"URASHIMA!"
Motoko's enraged cry was followed by a strike from her sword, which sent Keitaro smacking into the cabinet.
"Shinobu-chan, are you all right?" Motoko asked. Shinobu covered her blushing cheeks and swooned.
"Oooh... Just fine~"
"MOTOKO!" Keitaro got up, looking angry. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
Motoko, a bit taken aback by Keitaro's outburst, was unprepared when he took her sword and pulled her over his lap.
"WHAT?! URASHIMA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Motoko squirmed furiously as Keitaro began to yank down her hakama. "You-If you do this I will KILL YOU URASHIMA!"
"SU! FIX IT! FIX IT NOW!" Kitsune shouted.
"Almost... Almost... THERE!"
Keitaro froze and blinked. Motoko took the opportunity to yank up her hakama and move off him, glaring at him furiously as she pulled up her pants.
"You... You...!"
Kitsune interposed herself between the murderous kendoka and the very confused ronin. "Motoko, relax! It was just an accident!"
"An accident?" Keitaro and Motoko asked at the same time. Kitsune nodded.
"Look, just don't kill him, okay? Trust me, I'll explain it..."
"Explain what?" Keitaro asked.
"Uh... Later..." Kitsune left quickly, leaving a very confused Keitaro, a confused and angry Motoko, and a still swooning Shinobu.
"What just happened?"
"You were molesting Shinobu-chan!" Motoko growled.
"I..." Keitaro looked over at Shinobu, and blinked. "Oh God! I... But she looked different!"
"I-I didn't mind~!" Shinobu sighed.
"What?! How could she look different?!"
"You BOTH did," Keitaro said. "I... Look, hang on..."
After procuring a piece of paper and a pencil, Keitaro quickly sketched out two women. He turned it around when done and showed it to both girls. "See? This is what you looked like."
Motoko blinked in bewilderment at the picture of the two of them at different ages. It was as if Keitaro had drawn from a picture of her as a ten year old. Shinobu blushed happily at the image of a sexy, twenty-something version of herself appearing next to Motoko, wearing an apron and a smile.
"But... Why would you see that?" Motoko asked.
"I have no clue." Keitaro admitted. Shinobu blushed more deeply, but kept quiet. She'd just have to figure out a way to make reality fit the illusion...
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Kitsune scowled deeply at Su. "I oughta give you a spanking for that!"
"How was Su supposed to know that would happen?" Su protested.
"You said Shinobu bribed you!"
"Yes, but Su not know Ronin would go off and molest her!"
Kitsune hummed thoughtfully. She then snapped her fingers. "Of course... He saw our maturity levels." She chuckled. "I've seen how Keitaro gets around Mutsumi..." And me she added mentally. "A mature women really drives him nuts. One he thought was his wife, well..."
She fought back a pleasant shiver at the thought.
"Oh! Of course! And Motoko is still maturing!" Su knocked herself on the head with a grin. "Su not know this would happen! Is a stupid genius!"
Kitsune sighed and patted Su on the head. "You're one in a billion all right."
"Well... Think this way: Manager might have thought Mo-chan his wife," Su said. Kitsune chuckled.
"I think he'd have still ended up dead."
"Maybe," Su said with a wink. "Ooh! Fix that! Could adjust perception of others!"
"No, no, let's keep it simple. Keitaro is a father figure," Kitsune said.
"Awwww... Where Kit-chan's sense of adventure?"
"You do remember that we have to think of how other people will react, right?" Kitsune asked flatly. "I don't think getting arrested will help Keitaro or Naru."
"All right... Hmm... But mom and dad forms more stable parental unit," Su said. She smiled. "Maybe Kit-chan could be Naru-chan's mommy!"
Kitsune hummed, temptation beckoning. "... No, no, I couldn't. This is for Naru, after all."
"Why always Naru?" Su asked with a huff. "MolMol marriage much simpler-Have as many women or men as Su wants. Share. Cooperate. MUCH better."
"Because Naru's the one that needs help. The rest of us are fine. Naru...well, this is why we're even doing this," Kitsune said.
"Could just lobotomize her. Very fast. Su licensed."
Kitsune gave her young companion a deadpan look. "You're not cutting apart my best friend's brain."
"Not cut apart!" Su protested. She pulled out a dangerous looking rifle from her backpack, and flicked it on with a grin. "Laser."
Kitsune held a hand to her forehead. "Oi..."
"MUCH safer!"