Green Eyed Monster

"Did he F*ck you?" the agitated Irene Lew, with her arms across her enormous chest has been questioning the female ninja in front of her for hours. Her voice was shaking in conjunction with nostrils flaring due to her trying to contain anger - plus the frustration of not getting the answers she was looking for. She also didn't want to wake the resting Ryu, who was just in the bedroom situated next to the living room - where the heat of discussion was being held.

Ayane smirked; she has always found amusement on establishing superiority with anyone, beasts, devils, monsters, gods or men - and jealous b*tches are no exception.

Ayane then spoke in a condescending tone, "SO WHAT IF HE did F*CK me?! Huh? He's human after all!" Staring directly at Irene's eyes, Ayane then formed a circle with her fingers, then moved it up and down in the air "And My god his dragon meat sword was so delicious!" she chirped as she was now licking the imaginary dick with eyes closed.

"Why you little piece of sh*t!" Irene snapped – leaping forward, she came at Ayane, swinging – having been trained with close quarters combat during her younger years, she could really pack a punch. However, Ayane's not your everyday busty tease of a woman.

"Haaaay...." Ayane was yawning as she bent gracefully, effortlessly dodged a one two punch from Irene.

SWOOOSH!* SWOOSH!*

Although she was playing, her concern for Ryu has never left her mind. In fact, Ayane kept her senses at top levels to be able to detect the slightest movements or sounds from the bedroom. Her ears could hear Ryu - breathing deeply, as he was exhausted from a near death experience in the last battle field that they fought together. There were also certain patterns on the Dragon Ninja's heartbeat that she was watchful for. A slow and steady heart rate means that he is relaxed and not agitated.

During all the hours spent annoying this b*tch in front of her, a part of her was keeping a close watch to the injured man.

As Ayane was bent at the waist, the bottom of her skirt ran upwards until above her crotch. If Ryu were awake, he would've been treated to an upskirt view of Ayane's Lavender panties! 'Hihihi' she smiled at the thought of Ryu's cute expression whenever he was aroused. It's one of Ryu's qualities that she likes, plus he's handsome and it seems he doesn't know it.

After missing her first combo, Irene twisted her body to be in position for a third strike; using the centrifugal force to gain momentum, Irene cried through her gritted teeth "Yaaaaahhh!" launching a fierce roundhouse kick, connecting to Ayane's forehead as she was starting to stand upright!

THUD!*

'What the actual f*ck?!' Irene thought to herself. It felt like her foot collided with a hard wood. Ayane didn't flinch, the foot against her forehead was but a wet noodle; it seemed like she was distracted by something far important than their petty quarrels. She was looking at the bedroom door with her cautious red eyes filled with concern.

With her index finger pressed against her lips, Ayane said, "Shhhh... He's awake," and immediately disappeared, leaving the foot of Irene in the air.

Swoosh!*

'Grrrr...' the puzzled look on Irene's reddened face was like comical, but then she had more serious things to attend to.

'I hope he's okay...'

Irene then lost her balance and almost stumbled and fell, until she planted her palm on the carpeted floor. 'I'll get you next time, witch!' she thought as she recovered and then ran towards the bedroom, with her dual globes galloping around her tank top.

The small bedroom became a love nest for Ryu and Irene, after the events of Ninja Gaiden 3. They wanted to keep their relationship a secret for both of their sake. They never posted on Facebook. It is always the loved one who gets kidnapped in movies and video games, so they wanted to avoid another kidnapping for the nth time. Irene's been rescued a couple of times by the Master Ninja, and now it was her turn to give back the favor.

"Get your filthy hands off of him!" Irene stormed the room with the aura of a green-eyed monster; she saw Ayane making advances on her mate, and for her, there were no exceptions to the rule. Once Irene considers something hers, it is HERS alone. What's Irene is for Irene, and what's for Ayane she doesn't give a dogsh*t about. Sharing was totally out of the question.

Her one track mind and self-confidence have always been her main attributes. She felt that Ryu was the only one that could understand and handle her since other men crumble at the sight of her mood swings.

"Are you ok?" Irene dragged Ayane's arms away from Ryu's body, like plucking an unwanted weed. She then caressed Ryu's chest over the white bandages. Ayane stood there, shrugging with a pout on her lips, still concerned of Master Ryu.

Ryu flinched, and hid the pain and hotness he was feeling inside. "I-I'm okay." He took a deep breath as he smelled cherry blossoms from the open window; the warmth of the sun against his body was a welcoming gift from what he experienced beforehand. Birds were singing harmonies of love, mating and jealousy outside.

Ryu opened his mouth. "H-how long was I out?" Looking around, he figured out where he was, as the familiar cozy aura immediately struck him.

Ryu observed the two ladies in the room. However, he couldn't barely see Ayane as Irene seemingly intended to block her from his field of vision.

"For about seven days," Irene said softly, then as she noticed Ryu peeking around again, she immediately pulled her top downwards so that more cleavage was exposed! Ryu's hungry eyes immediately zigzagged and noticed the gigantic areolas, almost pushing out of the thin fabric. She also adjusted her body, like a child playing tag, so that her breasts would bounce and get in the way of Ryu's eyesight.

Ryu rolled his eyes. Literally. "Thank you for saving us back there," he tried to sit up straight, and was successful after Irene supported his back. Irene's top billowed as she helped Ryu, giving him a tasteful view of two cherries on top of well rounded cakes.

Ryu stared and stared, down the open space where two balls of pleasure were bouncing. Irene stayed that way, letting Ryu swallow the view whole.

"Hi Master Ryu!" Ayane called, teasingly. She was slowly lifting up her skirt, ready to compete with the jealous b*tch in front of her.

Ryu's neck rotated and he finally caught a glimpse of Ayane, who was gullibly smiling at him, even blowing a kiss and a wink, here and there.

Ryu noticed that her fingers were pointing downwards, as she wanted to show him something interesting. As Ryu's eyes slowly sloped downwards, another intermission came into view.

Irene once again blocked Ryu's view, like a goalie guarding the goal, this time joining her hands together which squeezed her glorified melons with each other. It surely caught Ryu's attention. Her loose fitting tank top was perfect for cuddling and napping, as it provided a high level of comfort coupled with easy access whenever she wanted to make love. And it's been far too long. She needed her garden to be watered soon. Underneath the very short blue gym shorts, her womanhood was already starting to give off heat. She felt triumphant that she got her man's undivided attention, temporarily at least.

Irene stood directly at Ryu's right arm, which was heavily bandaged, and planted her hands on him, with quite a tight grip. "Don't mention it. As soon as reports came in from outside Hokkaido, we sent a search party out to investigate. Man, what a mess you guys did back there!" A normal human being would have been mortified from the grotesque sight, but not Irene. She's badass.

'It was a sloppy mess indeed', Ayane all of a sudden chuckled. Irene sensed it and twisted her head to give Ayane a death stare. Ayane looked up, feigning innocence.

'Ugh..' Ryu touched his forehead. Through his hazy memory, his last recollection was that he felt Ayane's lips touch his, and then everything faded to black.

With a questioning look, Ryu tried to extend his neck to be able to see Ayane. There she was, wearing a black Sunday dress which could already be mistaken for a lingerie due to the thin fabric. The top had quite a plunging neckline which was lined with frills, which framed the perfect valleys it was covering. If not for the violet bra Ayane was wearing, he could've caught a glimpse of her pinkish nipples as well.

However, one part of the bra strap was sticking out on Ayane's shoulder, and Ryu gulped as he remembered what happened in the small house guarded by cherry blossom trees.