Akamatsuverse Problem Solving: Chapter 1
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Nice.With the utmost care he flipped past the table of contents to the first spread of shots.
"OH MY GO-"
Only a wad of kleenex hastily shoved up his nose prevented Keitaro from
staining the pages with a torrent of blood.
The model's name was listed as Toko Kuzunoha. Mere words failed to do justice in describing
how her exquisite form was captured on those glossy pages. Keitaro simply took this as proof
that there really was a kind and merciful God.
His fingers grasped desperately for the kleenix in the box at his side. There was nothing else
he needed in the world at that moment. Just him in his boxers, the holy grail of skin mags,
a soft kleenex in hand and a few minutes without interruption.
Almost there. Almost there-
The front doorbell rang.
Keitaro choked off a desperate sob of frustration as his excitement stalled and blew a tire
before spinning into an uncontrolled crash and bursting into a ball of fire before
the finish line.
>>>I use thread necromancy and summon Dark Hentai Magican Girl in Attack Mode!
"OH MY GO-"
Only a wad of kleenex hastily shoved up his nose prevented Keitaro from
staining the pages with a torrent of blood.
The model's name was listed as Toko Kuzunoha. Mere words failed to do justice in describing
how her exquisite form was captured on those glossy pages. Keitaro simply took this as proof
that there really was a kind and merciful God.
His fingers grasped desperately for the kleenix in the box at his side. There was nothing else
he needed in the world at that moment. Just him in his boxers, the holy grail of skin mags,
a soft kleenex in hand and a few minutes without interruption.
Almost there. Almost there-
The front doorbell rang.
Keitaro choked off a desperate sob of frustration as his excitement stalled and blew a tire
before spinning into an uncontrolled crash and bursting into a ball of fire before
the finish line.
>>>I use thread necromancy and summon Dark Hentai Magican Girl in Attack Mode!
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The middle aged mailman shook his head as he started back down the stone steps from the Hinata Dorms.
The manager was a nice kid, but he always looked a little highstrung. Like today, poor guy
was pale and sweating when he'd answered the door and signed for the package for one of his tenants.
Though to be fair, anyone receiving one of those dubious looking packages from the MolMol Empire
had good reason to be nervous. Post offices across the world had horror stories about what could
happen when one of those triple eyeball seals was broken. They still hadn't managed to get the smell
of turtles out of that mail room in Okinawa.
A figure in a hakama with an old fashioned bamboo hat on their head passed him on the way down.
The mailman twisted his neck to watch her pass, admiring the fine figure that her clothes did little to hide.
Lucky guy, as if there weren't enough girls there already.
Oh well, it was none of his business. Time for the next delivery.
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When the doorbell rang again, Urashima didn't even bother to groan as he turned away
from the sight of the treasure still lying so temptingly on the bed.
The mailman must have forgotten something.
He went down and opened the front door without bothering to look.
"What is it now?"
"Ara, we meet again, Mr. Manager."
The middle aged mailman shook his head as he started back down the stone steps from the Hinata Dorms.
The manager was a nice kid, but he always looked a little highstrung. Like today, poor guy
was pale and sweating when he'd answered the door and signed for the package for one of his tenants.
Though to be fair, anyone receiving one of those dubious looking packages from the MolMol Empire
had good reason to be nervous. Post offices across the world had horror stories about what could
happen when one of those triple eyeball seals was broken. They still hadn't managed to get the smell
of turtles out of that mail room in Okinawa.
A figure in a hakama with an old fashioned bamboo hat on their head passed him on the way down.
The mailman twisted his neck to watch her pass, admiring the fine figure that her clothes did little to hide.
Lucky guy, as if there weren't enough girls there already.
Oh well, it was none of his business. Time for the next delivery.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
When the doorbell rang again, Urashima didn't even bother to groan as he turned away
from the sight of the treasure still lying so temptingly on the bed.
The mailman must have forgotten something.
He went down and opened the front door without bothering to look.
"What is it now?"
"Ara, we meet again, Mr. Manager."
To his credit, Keitaro did not scream like a little girl. Nor did he suffer from a weak bladder.
"Ah, Tsu-tsu-Tsuruko," he stuttered in shock.
"I'm glad to see you are well. May I come in?"
Blushing furiously as he remembered his duties as a host, Keitaro nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment.
As she took her sandals off to enter the building he noticed that she was carrying in contrast
to her last visit what appeared to be a large traveling bag in addition to her ever present sword.
The bird that had been with her last time was nowhere to be seen either.
Odd, that. Keitaro filed that bit of information away to think about later. More importantly, he needed time
to recompose himself after being left standing on the edge of Nirvana and then denied reentry.
"I'll just go make some tea," he mumbled before fleeing towards the kitchen.
Tsuruko eyed his retreating form thoughtfully.
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"They're all gone for the summer then? You're staying here to watch over the dorms by yourself?"
"Ah, yes. But it's no real bother. I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my studying."
Keitaro made a good effort to look positive about his situation.
Unfortunately for him, effort was not the same thing as skill.
"So my sister is not here either?"
"I-I believe she's at her kendo club's training camp for the summer."
"How...convenient."
"Oh no, I'm sure Motoko wouldn't try to run away from meeting you like this, " Keitaro nervously replied,
completely missing the speculative tone in her voice.
"Ah, Tsu-tsu-Tsuruko," he stuttered in shock.
"I'm glad to see you are well. May I come in?"
Blushing furiously as he remembered his duties as a host, Keitaro nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment.
As she took her sandals off to enter the building he noticed that she was carrying in contrast
to her last visit what appeared to be a large traveling bag in addition to her ever present sword.
The bird that had been with her last time was nowhere to be seen either.
Odd, that. Keitaro filed that bit of information away to think about later. More importantly, he needed time
to recompose himself after being left standing on the edge of Nirvana and then denied reentry.
"I'll just go make some tea," he mumbled before fleeing towards the kitchen.
Tsuruko eyed his retreating form thoughtfully.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
"They're all gone for the summer then? You're staying here to watch over the dorms by yourself?"
"Ah, yes. But it's no real bother. I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my studying."
Keitaro made a good effort to look positive about his situation.
Unfortunately for him, effort was not the same thing as skill.
"So my sister is not here either?"
"I-I believe she's at her kendo club's training camp for the summer."
"How...convenient."
"Oh no, I'm sure Motoko wouldn't try to run away from meeting you like this, " Keitaro nervously replied,
completely missing the speculative tone in her voice.
