Trouble at Hinata House (Love Hina)

A/N: Trouble at Hinata House was a commissioned story originally written in five parts from February of 2018 to March of 2019. Posting it all up now as a one-shot for readers to enjoy.

Summary: Su has a voyeurism fetish a mile wide, and after years of working on it, she's developed a device that allows her to indulge any time she wants. The Molmol Princess wasn't really counting on Keitaro's massive dick though...

Themes: Mind Control, Breeding, Voyeurism

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Kaolla Su, Royal Princess of the Kingdom of Molmol, had a number of secrets. Her true identity was one, for starters. But the secret that all of Su's thoughts were currently centered around was a bit… closer to her heart. Put simply, the young woman was a pervert. She was a HUGE pervert. Japan had corrupted the darling hyperactive princess, what with its doujins and its hentai and its tentacle monsters.

Sex was everywhere in Japan, so long as you could look right beneath the surface. The country put on a thin veneer of polite society, but every last inhabitant was a pent-up mess of depraved kinks and perverse desires… or so Su liked to think. It made her feel better about herself after all. Whether she felt good about herself at this point didn't necessarily matter anymore though. Because Su had reached the point of no return.

The technology she'd been working on for so long now… it was finished and ready for it's first human test. And really, there was only one place she could try it out, right? The Hinata House, filled with such delicious, pretty morsels in the form of bright, young, and mostly innocent women. And one man. That was an important caveat. Su hadn't been so sure about using Hinata House, until Keitaro Urashima had all but dropped into their laps.

Unlike most of the other girls in Hinata House, Su had never minded Keitaro's presence, not one bit. She still messed with him of course, just like the rest. It was more for fun than any sort of malicious intent though. Fun… and a need to test him. Over the last few years, Su had tested Keitaro in a number of ways. She'd taken notes and compiled entire research papers on the young man. She'd taken his measure, to be quite frank… and she'd found him to be the perfect candidate for her human trials.

Grinning perversely, Su turns away from her work bench, coming face to metal exterior with the massive technological device currently sat in the center of her room. Standing up from the stool she'd been perched on, Su walks close to the device, bringing up the adjustable monitor hanging off one side of it. She presses a few buttons, and the screen informs her that there are currently three people in the Hinata House besides her.

Keitaro is currently doing laundry… while Shinobu and Kanako are in the Hot Springs. How can Su resist? One might think that encouraging incest might be morally reprehensible or something… but not her. No, incest was actually one of her kinks… meanwhile, voyeurism was her main fetish, and with a chance like this, the Molmol Princess wasn't just about to let it pass her by. Grinning ferally, Su presses a few more buttons, and then she pulls a lever on her lovely device.

The massive piece of technology begins to hum, doing exactly what it's made to do. In this case, lower inhibitions, encourage sexual aggression, and super charge libidos. Licking her lips, Su can already feel the effects on herself. But then, that's her biggest secret, isn't it? She's ALWAYS horny. Giggling, the dark-skinned young woman heads over to a desk, where an array of monitors sits. In the middle of the monitors is a nice, big-screen TV. That's where Su puts up the main hidden camera she has overlooking the hot spring, even as she puts the other angles she has of the hot springs up on the smaller screens all around it.

Sitting back in a comfy recliner right before the monitors, the nubile girl pulls up her legs and spreads them apart, running her hands all over her body as she bites her lower lip and watches what's about to unfold… what SHE'S created. This? This is going to be glorious.

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It hits Keitaro like a freight train. He stiffens up, as everything seems to change in an instant. His cock is suddenly hard and throbbing, and he groans as it strains against the confines of his pants. He can't help himself, he immediately undoes his belt, and within moments, he's shucked off his jeans entirely, leaving himself in nothing but his boxers.

Said boxers are tenting something fierce, and Keitaro curses his inhumanly large cock. For years now, the girls at Hinata House have been accusing him of popping erections in their presence. Every day, it feels like there's another incident where one of them lands on him inappropriately, and then they feel his crotch one way or another, and suddenly Keitaro is the bad guy, because he can't keep it down.

The truth is, he's never once popped an erection from something as simple as a fall or an accidental trip into a girl. Those unlucky incidents that crop up so often are usually far too painful to be arousing, and he's long since learned to expect even more pain when the girls subsequently beat him for being too 'handsy'.

In the end, Keitaro is cursed with a massive dong. So massive, it bulges even when he's completely soft. Basically, they've been feeling his soft dick all this time, beneath his pants and his boxers. Keitaro knows that some guys think that kind of thing is cool. He knows that having a big dick is supposed to be some sort of wonderful gift. He's never considered it one though.

And right now… right now he's popped a random boner, something he never does, and no matter what he does, he can't seem to get it to go away. But then the next bit of Su's little mind control technology hits Keitaro, and abruptly, the man no longer wants it to go away. Instead, he finds himself focusing to inhuman levels, his eyes sliding from the laundry he'd been working on moments before to the hall that would lead to the hot spring.

Shinobu… Kanako… they were in the Hinata House's hot spring right now. He knew that, because he made a habit of knowing where all the women in residence were at all times, to try and cut back on incidents. It didn't always help… but still. Before Keitaro even really knows what he's doing, his body is moving down that hallway, towards the entrance of the Hot Spring. Even after his mind catches up with his body's actions… it's really in agreement, not at all wanting to turn back around at this point.

Coming to the sliding door, Keitaro throws it open and steps out into the Hot Spring in nothing but his boxers and his shirt, panting heavily as his massive dick stretches his undergarments to their absolute limits. He stops dead though, at the sight before him. Shinobu and Kanako don't get angry when he enters the hot spring unannounced, despite their naked states.

But then, they don't even notice him, at least not at first. Keitaro watches with his mouth agape and his face flushed with even more arousal as the two nubile young women, one his very own sister, makeout right there in the hot water, kissing deeply and passionately, even as they molest each other quite blatantly. It's… it's incredibly hot, and Keitaro really can't take it anymore. Stripping off his shirt, he drops his boxers as well, letting his truly gigantic schlong bounce free of its tight confines, finally.

Having his erect out in the open, feeling the warm air of the Hot Spring on his cock… it feels very good. Moving into the water, Keitaro's actions finally draw the attention of the two girls before him, his presence in the water itself displacing enough that they draw apart to find out what's causing the disturbance.

Standing up straight in the hot spring leaves his cock still above water as Keitaro stares down his sister and Shinobu. Both look back at him, and he's gratified, even encouraged when they blush deeply and stare at his dick with wide eyes, their mouths open and their chests heaving from their little makeout session.

Kanako is the first to move, but to be fair, Shinobu is only a step behind her. Keitaro watches, seeing no need for words as the pair do exactly what he wants anyways. Kneeling in the hot water before him, Kanako and Shinobu take up either side of his dick, and press their upper bodies against his magnificent schlong, much to Keitaro's groaning approval.

The pair are quickly on his cock, licking and lapping at it, and moaning all the while as their nostrils flare from breathing in his musk. They're absolutely insatiable, the both of them… but that's just fine, because Keitaro is feeling the same way. Growling lightly, the young man reaches out with both hands, grabbing each of them by their hair. Gripping tightly, Keitaro pulls their heads closer still, grinding their faces up against his throbbing dick for a few seconds.

There's a moment where an uninhibited Keitaro contemplates making the girls suck his cock, one by one. But in truth, that's not what the man wants more than anything else. No, in this moment, he is completely and utterly free to go after what he's always fantasized about. And at least in his case, Su is right. Keitaro is a repressed, closet pervert with a massive fetish… a very specific fetish in truth. He's been fantasizing about breeding every last woman who walked through Hinata House's doors for years now.

And even his sister is not free from that desire. Now, with both her and Shinobu knelt before him in the Hot Spring's warm water, Keitaro isn't going to let this chance go to waste. Releasing his sister for the moment, the young man decides to start with Shinobu. Moaning wantonly, the girl doesn't resist at all as he drags her by the hair over to the edge of the hot spring. He bends her over the side and she lays there with her breasts pressed against the wood, even as Keitaro settles down on her knees behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling them up from below her.

His cockhead finds her pussy lips within moments. There's a second, where Keitaro pauses… but he's not hesitating, nor is he rethinking what he's doing. No, instead he finds himself savoring the moment, as his dick tip teases Shinobu's entrance. She whines in need, but that whine quickly turns into a happy, pleasure-filled scream as Keitaro thrusts forward in the next moment, impaling the young woman on his dick right then and there.

Inch after inch of his massive, MASSIVE member plows through Shinobu's insides and right into her womb. Her cervix stands no chance against his overwhelming force, and as she currently is, thanks to Su's mind control device (and the numerous specialty compounds she'd been putting in the Hot Spring's water supply for months now…) Shinobu feels nothing but pleasure as Keitaro takes her virginity, right then and there.

The young woman's head flies back and her eyes roll around in her skull as her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She ahegaos then and there, cumming hard around Keitaro's dick even as he pulls out to do it all over again. He growls into her ear and she whines and whimpers and moans back like the good little slutty cum dump she is. As he fucks her, Shinobu falls back down onto the side of the Hot Spring, bent over it and submissive, just like a good breeding partner should be.

Keitaro's fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise, and his cock pounds away into her womb time and time again as orgasm after orgasm rips through Shinobu's form. Then, just like that, he's cumming. Keitaro snarls as his seed pumps into Shinobu, and Shinobu in turn loses her damn mind as she throws her head back once again and promptly ahegaos. This time, she doesn't return from that land of bliss and happiness, and when he finally pulls out of her, the sheer volume of his seed leaving her cunt turns the water white around her, even as Shinobu falls forward with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging perpetually from her mouth.

That just leaves Kanako, who's more than ready for her brother at this point. As Keitaro turns to face his darling younger sister, the girl practically launches herself at him. This results in Keitaro falling back onto his ass, sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water, even as Kanako gets herself comfortable in his lap.

The petite young woman rubs her slit along the length of his giant dick for a moment, and then she has to actively stand up on either side of him in order to place his cockhead up against the entrance of her cunt. When she tries to push herself down, she encounters mighty resistance, her body in no way willing to handle something so massive and thick.

In the end, Keitaro's impatience wins out. He grunts and grabs his sister by her skinny hips, forcing her down the length of his member in one go as Kanako's eyes go wide and her jaw drops open. His cock slams up into her womb, and immediately treats it like a condom, stretching it over the head of his member, even as a bulge literally shows up in Kanako's belly from the sheer size of his schlong.

In that moment, Kanako is already broken. Her attempt to take control of the situation, her desire to fuck her big-dicked brother on her own terms… is wiped away by the mind-blowing pleasure that is Keitaro's giant, fucking cock. That doesn't stop Keitaro from fucking her senseless though, his fingers gripping her waist, even as his sister ragdolls all over the place.

He fucks her through orgasm after orgasm, until eventually he fills her with the same amount of seed as he did Shinobu. And then it starts all over again, because Su's machine is still on and Keitaro's cock is still hard. The dickings continue for hours as he fucks Shinobu and Kanako up and down the Hot Spring, plowing them both senseless over and over and over and over.

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Su watches all of this through her monitors. Her entire fist is up inside her dark-skinned body now, her cunt clinging to her wrist as she happily slides her hand in and out of herself. Fisting herself is the only way she can truly feel like she's experiencing what Shinobu and Kanako are experiencing. That's just how big Keitaro's dick is. Honestly though… Su wasn't expecting THAT thing.

How had Keitaro been hiding it, all this time?! He popped boners every day around the girls… didn't he? But no, she would have noticed that monstrosity before if he was truly getting erections. Hell, even the most innocent and naïve of the girls would have noticed THAT behemoth. It didn't add up… but that didn't make it any less hot, watching Keitaro rail his own sister and the cute virgin Shinobu as he was.

He was going to end up impregnating them both at this rate… but hey, if that was what he wanted, who was Su to stop it? Giggling to herself, the young woman continues to fist her needy cunt, even as she watches Keitaro turn the Hot Spring white with the sheer volume of seed he was pumping into the two girls, which was in turn slipping out of them to fill the water they were knee deep in.

That was hot… it was all so unbelievably hot. Now all that was left… was to figure out who she'd send Keitaro after next. After all, she had the schedules of every female occupant at the Hinata House. It was really only a matter of time before she got all of them alone with the hung young man…

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The test drive of her new device had been a total success. Su couldn't be happier about that. It did raise a very important question though… just what was she going to do with it next? Her mind control tech had worked well on its first test run… but it could do so much more than what it had done with Keitaro, Shinobu, and Kanako. The trio either didn't remember what they'd done together, or they were too embarrassed to talk about it, with each other or anyone else for that matter.

Su didn't really care which one it was. All she knew now was that she wanted to use the device again, to see something new and exciting play out. With her technology, she could make any sort of scenario she wanted happen. Hm, hm, hm… just who to set Keitaro up with today? Ah, there were plenty of girls in the Hinata House on this fine summer morning, but that was actually more of a hindrance than anything else.

Many of Su's fantasies and scenarios involved Keitaro being ALONE with a particular girl in question, so that they could fuck somewhere out in the open, like desecrating the dining room table or something like that. This though… eh, there were just too many variables at the moment. What Su needed to do was lower those variables until she had just one girl… and Keitaro.

Luckily, there was one scenario that worked perfectly for her current circumstances. With a wide, wicked grin, Su focuses her hidden cameras on one female resident in particular. Unaware that she's being watched, Motoko Aoyama continues to swing her sword in the privacy of her own bedroom, slashing through the air as she performs her morning katas.

Giggling perversely to herself, Su turns away from the monitors and towards her technological marvel. She eagerly begins to flick switches, turn knobs, and wind up dials. Her giggle turns into a full-blown cackle as she uses the machine like only she can, doing things with it that anyone watching would be hard-pressed to explain or even begin to understand. And there was no user's manual for this particular piece of equipment either. Just Su, her genius intellect, and her propensity for mayhem.

This… this was going to be GLORIOUS!

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Motoko suddenly shuddered in place, freezing up in the middle of her swing as her face pinked up and she felt a strange heat in her loins. A thought plays through her mind, accompanied by the barest glimpse of an idle family. The swordswomen's eyes go wide, and her pupils dilate. Her lips part just a big and she begins to pant slightly.

This… N-No! Banishing the errant thought and the mental images that it brought with it, Motoko curses to herself and sheathes her sword in a motion that's a little shakier than it should be. She's far too experienced to cut off a finger though, and once her sword is in its sheathe, she's able to clench her hands into fists to stop the tremors. There's nothing she can do about the wetness between her thighs though.

… Or is there? Pressing her lips tightly together, Motoko lets out a growl and stomps over to a rack, upon which rest several practice swords. She takes two of them before leaving her room. The swordswoman knew there was only one way to banish the strange, out of place, idle thought that had just rampaged through her mind scape, leaving a trail of distraction in its place. Moving through Hinata House, Motoko eventually comes to the kitchen, where she finds Shinobu washing the dishes from breakfast.

"Shinobu!"

She's perhaps a little louder than she need to be, positively barking at the girl… but in that moment, Motoko has more pressing things on her mind. Shinobu eeps all the same and spins around with a blush on her face and the plate held protectively against her chest.

"Y-Yes, Motoko?"

"Where is Keitaro?"

A simple question, but strangely enough it seemed to make Shinobu blush all the more. Had he done something untoward towards the young woman? Motoko was about to step forward and ask as much, when Shinobu quickly answered her.

"H-He's out in the garden, I think!"

Just like that, the girl is out of Motoko's thoughts, her mind focused solely on the task… and the man at hand. Shinobu gets no bow, and not even a nod of acknowledgement, as Motoko spins on one foot and heads out into the garden. The swordswoman finds Keitaro there, just as Shinobu said she would. And then she stops dead as she stares at the young man, looking at his sweat-covered brow as he worked hard in the hot, beating sun.

He glistened in a most satisfying way, and Motoko couldn't help but saliva- No! What the hell was that?! Blushing like mad, the beautiful sword-user channels her embarrassment into anger and grits her teeth before striding forward.

"Keitaro!"

The young man blinks and looks up from his work. For a moment, he stares at her in a way that makes Motoko equal parts flustered and pissed off. He's looking at her like she's just a woman, instead of the swordswoman she is! And it shouldn't be making her feel so hot and bothered, d-damnit! Then, the look in Keitaro's eyes is gone and he's staring at her more evenly, and why the hell is she disappointed by that? Fuck!

"Yes Motoko?"

"Keitaro, we're going to have a spar, you and me! Get up and let's go!"

There's another flash in Keitaro's eyes, and Motoko's pupils shrink to pinpricks as her danger sense tingles. But she ignores that, even as he slowly rises from his work and gestures down at it.

"Motoko… I'm kind of busy right now."

Is he blowing her off? Motoko snarls and tosses one of the practice swords through the air, right at his head. To her surprise, he catches it with a casualness she wouldn't have expected from him, but the swordswoman simply buries the unease that suddenly sparks in her mind.

"Did I sound like I was asking? Come with me, or I'll beat you bloody right out here in full view of the Inn! Your choice!"

Keitaro looks down at the sword in his hand for a moment, and his entire stance screams danger. Once again, Motoko simply ignores it. The moment passes and Keitaro deflates, simply looking a little tired as he rubs the back of his head with his empty hand.

"Fine… fine. Let's just get this 'spar' over with so I can get back to work."

His lazy attitude… she's going to beat that out of him. Gritting her teeth and caught between her anger, embarrassment, and malicious anticipation, Motoko leads Keitaro into the woods behind the Hinata House, towards a small clearing out of view of civilization that she practiced in quite often. As soon as she arrived in the center of said clearing, the swordswoman spun around and brought her practice sword up in a classical stance, pointing it in Keitaro's direction.

In response, the sweaty, dirty young man sighs and holds up his own sword, a poor mirror of her stance. With a smirk on her face, Motoko inclines her head ever so slightly, her tone mocking.

"I'll allow you first strike, Keitaro. After that, I won't hold back!"

Keitaro just grunts at that, looking quite put out. Moving forward a few feet, he presses his lips together, and then steps into an overhead strike. Filled with confidence, Motoko moves her own sword up to block him, already three steps ahead in her mind, aiming to disarm him with her second move and smack him across the chest hard enough to bruise with her third. Her fourth would take his legs out fr- what? What just happened?

Motoko stares up at the sky, eyes wide as she realizes that it's not Keitaro who's been disarmed, smacked across the chest, and leg-swept, but HER. Her tits tingle from the blow that he's landed across them, far lighter than the one she'd intended to deal to his chest, but still strong enough to give her pause. A blush spreads across Motoko's face as she scrambles off of her back and onto her feet, grabbing her practice sword as she goes.

"W-What the hell was that?!"

Keitaro regards her coolly and Motoko freezes up at the way he stares at her. He's still dressed in his gardening clothes, but now the young man is in a classical swordsman's stance, every fiber of his being suddenly seeming much more respectable, his entire form giving off a sense of experience… even mastery to Motoko's senses. The young woman's lips part again as her fantasy plays through her head once more. She can't… it's not…

"That was first-blood to me, Motoko. First to three, wasn't it?"

Was it? Y-Yeah… yes, of course. What was she even thinking? Tamping down on her urges, Motoko lets out a growl that has a bit too much of a lustful note to it and raises her own practice sword up again.

"That's right! Don't think you'll get so lucky again though, Keitaro! I'm going all out from this moment on!"

With a battle cry, Motoko launches herself forward, moving with every ounce of speed at her disposal. Her practice sword swishes through the air… only to bounce harmlessly off his own as Keitaro performs an expert inside block, before turning it into a smack on her nose that sends her reeling back in shock.

"A-Ah! W-What?!"

"That's two."

"D-Damn you!"

Abandoning all pretense to the idea that this was a 'spar', Motoko launches herself at the subject of her most ardent ire, an ugly snarl stretched across her ugly face. She attempts to bring her practice sword down in a powerful overhead strike… only to receive a pointed blow to her unprotected gut that knocks the wind out of her and even causes her to lose her grip on her blade.

Her weapon falls from her hands even as Motoko falls to her knees, doubling over and gasping for breath. How… how was this possible? What was she even doing? How could this be happening to her? She didn't… w-was her subconscious sabotaging her?

"You pathetic weakling."

Keitaro's practice sword swings down across her shoulder blades, and Motoko cries out in shame, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

"Why challenge your better, when you know you can't win? You come at me with such anger, but absolutely no skill. Fighting you is like fighting a child throwing a tantrum."

W-Who even was this? This wasn't… this wasn't Keitaro! No… but it was, in a way. This was the Keitaro of her fantasies, wasn't it? Motoko shudders and squeezes her eyes shut. Was she dreaming? Or had she somehow made Keitaro into this? She knew that magic was real. She was in training to become a demon slayer and an exorcist after all.

Had her imagination somehow made- Oh FUCK!

Motoko's back straightens out as Keitaro lays another smack across her body with his practice sword. Only, this time it was on her ass, up-turned as it is because of her doubling over from the blow to her gut. Her body goes stiff… and then, as horrible as it is, a loud moan of pleasure escapes from betwixt her lips. She can feel Keitaro stopping dead behind her. She doesn't dare look back at him, mortified beyond belief as she is.

"Are you… are you getting off on this?"

She was. Motoko didn't want to admit it. She would never admit it, in fact. But that was the reason she'd dragged Keitaro out here in the first place. It'd started as an idle thought in the midst of her morning katas. She'd wondered what kind of man Keitaro would be if he had been raised in the way of the sword as she had. And then she'd realized that the kind of man he would be would be the kind of man she could love… and THEN the images of a much stronger, much more confident Keitaro fucking her had filled her mind.

Motoko had been embarrassed by her own fantasies and by the arousal that they'd invoked. She hadn't… Keitaro wasn't an acceptable target for such things! Or at least, he hadn't been. A gasp suddenly tears itself from Motoko's throat as she finally does look back over her shoulder, only to find Keitaro kneeling behind her, the tattered remains of her hakama in his hands.

He'd just… he'd just knelt down, grabbed her clothing tightly, and ripped it from her like it was nothing. She was wearing naught but her panties and a flexible training wrap around her breasts now! Stripped down to nothing, Motoko cries out as she does her best to cover herself while also pushing Keitaro away. Her best isn't good enough though, and she quickly ends up with her panties around her knees and her head pressed into the soft grass beneath her by Keitaro's foot.

His fingers are inside her cunt, and Motoko can do nothing but whimper as he finds her slick and wet and most of all, ready and waiting for him.

"You ARE getting off on this. Silly little slut, if you wanted me to fuck you like the woman you are, you should have started with that. Don't waste my time riling me up with a duel we both know you won't win."

Hadn't… hadn't it been a spar? Motoko's head is swimming as Keitaro fingers her. She squirms and gasps and whines beneath him, but other than that, the swordswoman is making absolutely no attempts to escape his grasp, even as he pins her down.

"Hmph, I bet you want me to fuck you silly, don't you? Maybe I will… but there needs to be a punishment for beating around the bush like this. I think I know just the thing."

Motoko whines, until suddenly she feels his hands on her ass, pulling her butt cheeks apart. Then, she feels his saliva dripping down across her sphincter as he spits at her asshole. His fingers play against her back door a moment later, and Motoko squeals as she tries weakly, but ineffectually, to resist. Keitaro lays a smack across her firm rump a moment later, causing her to freeze up and settle down a bit.

"Oi! You want this to be any harder than it needs to be? Stay still girl, or it'll go worse for you."

Grimacing, Motoko doesn't know what to do but obey. He's just so… he's so much stronger than her. Has it always been that way? A single digit works its way into her ass, and Motoko can do nothing but pant and groan as Keitaro slowly loosens her up, first with one finger, then two, then three. By the time he's done preparing her, he's pistoning his digits in and out of her asshole, and it's beginning to feel rather strange, instead of simply uncomfortable.

That lasts right up until he plants his cockhead up against her sphincter and begins to push. His dick is much bigger than his fingers, and Motoko finds herself crying out, her screams muffled by the grass that her face is being pushed into, as Keitaro buries his cock inside of her inch by fucking inch. He's filling her ass to the brim, and while Motoko still offers a token resistance as she takes his dick inside of her anus, the swordswoman is also getting wetter and wetter as she gets dominated by her better.

As soon as he's halfway inside of her, Keitaro moves his foot off of her head so he can better position himself over her, crouching down as he begins to jackhammer his cock into her lifted ass from above. At the same time, he reaches out and grabs her by the ponytail, fisting her hair and wrapping the ponytail around his hand as he pulls her head back.

Motoko's cries are a lot louder from that point on, as her back arches and she hollers at the top of her lungs. She's not very coherent of course, and nothing intelligible comes from between the defeated swordswoman's lips as her body bucks and shakes with every thrust that Keitaro makes into her asshole. He fucks her and fucks her and fucks her some more, and all Motoko can do is moan like a wanton whore.

Until suddenly, she's not just moaning, she's outright screaming from a sudden orgasm. The release ripples through her body, and her sopping wet cunt squirts out pussy juices all over the grass beneath her. Keitaro takes that as a sign that he's not fucking her hard enough, and what follows next is a whole lot of undignified squealing as Motoko has the last of her pride thoroughly cleansed from her by the anal pounding Keitaro's giving her.

When he finally cums from the tight sensation of her clenching butthole, Keitaro pulls out and paints her back with his cum, his sticky ejaculate reaching from her firm rump all the way up to the nape of her neck. Motoko shudders at the sensation, but before she can do anything else, He's pulling her up by her ponytail, all the way onto her knees, and the next thing the swordswoman knows, Keitaro is slapping HIS sword against her cheek, leaving quite the mess there as he whaps her with his meat stick.

"Clean it off and I'll give you what you really wanted, you nasty little slut. Fuck, if I'd known you got off on anal so much, I would have just skipped the punishment. You fucking masochist."

Blushing profusely at his degrading, spiteful tone, Motoko can't deny that it only makes her all the wetter. And he's right… she does… she does want it. She wants him to fuck her cunt just as hard as he'd just fucked her ass. And all she has to do is clean him off first? Motoko's mouth is suctioned down on Keitaro's cock a moment later, and she's slurping up the remnants of his seed as she goes cross-eyed trying to focus on the task before her.

"Haaaah, fuck… yeah, that's right, suck it whore."

Another burst of pleasure. It's humiliating, of course. Every last bit of it is humiliating. But Motoko is finding that's just what she needs, even as Keitaro begins to grow impatient, forcing her to take more of his messy cock into her mouth and down her throat then she was prepared to deal with. It was the swordswoman's first blowjob, and it quickly turned into her first face-fuck as well, as Keitaro began to rail her throat.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"Gods, for a swordswoman you're rather shit at handling a man's sword! You need more practice you little harlot! Go on, take it! Take every last inch down that tight little throat of yours!"

She does just that, though not entirely by choice. Even as Keitaro verbally degrades her, dominating her both mentally and physically, Motoko finds herself being forced to take his dick all the way down her esophagus, her nose buried in his crotch again and again, her lips finding the base of his cock over and over, and his balls slapping against her slobber-covered chin each and every time.

For a moment, Motoko loses herself in the experience of being so thoroughly used and abused. And then it's over. Keitaro pulls out and she's left with her mouth open wide, staring up at him with dazed eyes as she pants heavily. Keitaro tsks as he looks down at the glazed over expression on her face.

"This is the problem with women who try to learn the way of the sword. Just no discipline."

That manages to tear through the haze over Motoko's thoughts, but just as she's starting to get indignant, Keitaro cock-slaps her again, and she can only whine like the bitch she is as he pushes her back down onto the soft grass. Before Motoko can even react, the young man is atop her, her wrap torn from her breasts, causing her sizable mammaries to bounce out of their confinement, jiggling this way and that.

Her legs are pushed apart easily, and Keitaro slams his cock into her virgin cunt without warning or fanfare. A cry leaves Motoko's lips as she loses her purity, but in truth, it's not nearly as painful as it should have been. None of this is, mostly because Keitaro is right. She is a slutty little whore. Grunting, the young man begins to fuck her right there in the clearing, and though Motoko squirms and struggles a bit, she's not actually trying to get free.

He pegged her right to begin with. She DID want this, from the moment she'd fantasized about it in her bedroom, during her morning katas. Keitaro's hands come down on her tits and Motoko moans wantonly as he begins to maul her breasts while fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts. Her limbs come up, and she wraps herself around the man dominating her so easily, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

It doesn't slow him down at all of course, and more than once his speedy thrusts cause her leg lock to break as he pulls out just so he can slam home into her with every last inch of his cock again. She's weak, and they both know it. He's fucking her like a beast, a monster, a-a… a MAN. Motoko moans even louder, and her eyes roll back in her head as she cums around Keitaro's dick. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth and he responds by leaning in to mash his lips against hers, wrestling her flexible mouth muscle into submission just as he's doing with the rest of her.

He pounds down into her again and again and again, until eventually Motoko is simply cumming nonstop, a look of senseless, blissful pleasure across her ahegao'd face. That's the woman that Keitaro cums inside, that's the woman he fills to the brim with his seed. A woman who's learned just who and what she is, after being dominated by a man who'd taken her to task so very easily with naught but a practice sword and his much more dangerous, much more powerful meat sword.

Keitaro is panting as well when he pulls out of Motoko's cum-filled cunt. He stares at her for a second, and then leaves her there in the clearing with her tattered clothing and both practice swords strewn out around her naked form. The young man returns to gardening without another word, without even a look back. And Motoko… Motoko now knew something incredibly important about herself.

-x-X-x-

Su cackles even louder, and damn near falls out of her chair as she slaps her knees, shimmying this way and that. That was amazing! Hoooly shit she was glad to have some nigh-undetectable camera drones for surveillance outside of the Hinata House, because she'd gotten recordings of the entire encounter from SEVERAL different angles.

That had been undeniably hot. Both Keitaro and Motoko had played their parts to the letter. Giggling perversely to herself, Su stands up and throws her arms in the air with a glee-filled, cheerful shout. Complete success once again! Ah, but what the hell would she do next? Or more accurately, WHO would Keitaro be doing next?

Smirking quite evilly, Su rubs her hands together as she considers her options. The Island Princess had so many delectable darlings to choose from… and so many scenarios to force the residents of Hinata House to act out. Her options were near endless! The experiments had to continue, of course. Two successful applications was good, but there were probably still bugs to work out in the device.

That was fine. Su would find them. She would fix them. And in the end, all of her darkest, deepest fantasies would come true~

Ehehehehe…

-x-X-x-

Hinata House is quiet again. The perfect time to play around a little bit, at least in Su's opinion. It's just her in her room, Keitaro making repairs out in the main room… and Kitsune, wandering about, looking for trouble. It's obvious that she'll mess with Keitaro if she catches sight of him. Without anyone else around, Kitsune loves to tease the poor man.

Ah, but Su, with her bird's eye view, can see exactly when the pair will cross paths. She can see the moment Kitsune will make her move coming a mile away, and she can change how things will go, just like that! Just like she did between Keitaro and Mokoto… the two hadn't been the same since they'd had their 'fun' together, hehehe…

Now that there was no one else to interfere, and there wouldn't be for quite some time thanks to the schedules Su had collected, she could finally implement one of her favorite potential scenarios! It was time for the fox… to get her comeuppance! Feeling overly dramatic, Su lifts her arm high over her head as she watches Kitsune's approach through the camera. Just as the short-haired tomboy steps into the room Keitaro is in, a wicked grin on her face, Su brings her finger down hard on the button that activates her mind control machine.

Then, she settles in to enjoy the show, giggling and cackling to herself all the while.

-x-X-x-

"Hi there, Kei-ta-ro~"

Elongating his name out, Mitsune Konno, more commonly known to everyone as Kitsune, sways her way into the main room, grinning wickedly as she watches Keitaro hard at work on repairing a hole in the wall. Heh, it'd probably been made by one of the girls because of something perverted he did. Mm, maybe she'd get him to do something else perverted, so she could have ammunition for later.

Suffice to say, Kitsune was a bit drunk on sake by that point in the day. She'd been having just a bit of writer's block and had run to the bottle to try to escape that. When that hadn't worked, she'd wandered Hinata House, looking for something fun to do. Now though, now Keitaro was right before her. She had her entertainment.

Except, when Keitaro looks up from his work to regard her, Kitsune is surprised by the intensity in his gaze.

"Kitsune, I'm trying to fix this hole, and I need you to lay off for now, alright? You can mess with me later if you like, but if you tease me too much, there will be consequences."

W-What? Where had… where had this nonsense version of Keitaro come from? He was stone faced as he stared her down, leaving Kitsune gobsmacked for a moment. But only a moment, and then the short-haired young woman has recovered, and she finds herself giggling a bit drunkenly as she approaches Keitaro, still swaying her hips from side to side.

"Is that so? What kind of consequences, Kei-baby?"

A tic appears in Keitaro's jaw as he sets his tools down and stands to face her.

"My name is Keitaro. Please use it."

Kitsune pouts. Asking instead of demanding? Ugh, Keitaro was proving to be as boring as usual. Deciding to prod him just a bit more, the young woman steps forward and pokes him in the chest. Grinning impishly, she looks him right in the eye and calls his bluff.

"Make me~"

It happens almost too fast to see. Before Kitsune even knows what's going on, Keitaro snatches her hand up and has her spun around, pulled into an arm lock as he drags her back against his chest.

"K-Keitaro!"

The exclaimed name is startled out of her, causing Keitaro to chuckle darkly in her ear before growling low.

"There you go. Now, get out of here Kitsune. Last chance."

He lets her go then, and Kitsune finds herself spinning to face him, even as Keitaro turns back to his work, clearly dismissing her altogether. She's not even sure how she's feeling right now. Keitaro has never acted this way before. She's never even… he's just… Kitsune finds herself blushing as she stares at the young man in a new light, licking her lips.

She's enticed. There's no other word for it. And she's not about to just leave when Keitaro is promising such fun.

"And what if I don't want to leave… Kei-baby?"

Keitaro stops in his tracks. Then he turns back around, and the look in his eye lets Kitsune know she's fucked up. But the drunken woman could scarcely care at this point. This is the most fun she's had in a while, and she's going to see where this goes, one way or another.

…

Fifteen minutes later, when she finds herself naked and hanging from the ceiling by ropes that wrap around her in expertly crafted shibari, Kitsune begins to sober up, and starts to wonder if she's somehow made a mistake, somewhere along the way.

"K-Keitaro… I didn't know you knew how to d-do this kind of thing. What would the others say?"

She couldn't resist provoking him, even now. For her trouble, she receives a smack across her rear, causing Kitsune to squeal as she shakes and spasms in midair.

"You're not going to tell them."

It's not a demand or a command, instead it's a simple statement of fact. As if Keitaro already knows she won't tell anyone what he's doing to her. As if he knows HER. Kitsune flushes red upon realizing he's right. This is far more embarrassing for her than it is for him, and she's not the kind of girl to lie and say he forced her to do this.

She'd prompted him to show her what 'consequences' there were for her teasing and prodding, and then she'd allowed him to do as he liked with her once he took her in hand and began to pull her clothing off. Kitsune could have gotten away at any time, and Keitaro probably wouldn't have even given chase. She'd stuck around, because whatever this was… she wanted to be a part of it.

"We're going to play a game now, Kitsune."

Keitaro's hand curls in her short locks, and he drags her head back, causing her to groan slightly as their eyes meet.

"Do you want to hear about it?"

His grin is wicked, as opposed to the stone faced look he'd had going before. A shiver runs through Kitsune at that expression on Keitaro's face. In the end though, there's only really one answer she can give.

"S-Sure."

Keitaro's grin only grows wider still as he explains the 'game'.

"I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to take my dick and stick it in you. You're already wet, we both know that… but you don't get to cum until you can keep that little mouth of yours shut. Understood?"

Kitsune blinks at that, glancing down to find that Keitaro already has his cock out and in his other hand. When had… when had that happened? And why did his dick look so much more appetizing than most of the others she'd had in her life? Kitsune's mouth is salivating as she nods distractedly in response to his question. Keitaro just snorts derisively, as if he knows she's not going to be able to handle what is to come.

Releasing her head, the young man moves back behind her. Kitsune jumps when his hands come down on her ass cheeks, grabbing and gripping her buttocks harshly. Then, his cockhead is up against her defenseless, tight, and most importantly wet cunt. Kitsune's breathing picks up, and her chest begins to heave as the anticipation builds for what seems like an eternity.

In reality, Keitaro only waits a few seconds before he thrusts forward. His cock fills her, and Kitsune immediately cries out from the sensation, only to squeal as Keitaro pulls one hand up off her ass, only to bring it down again in a combination of a spanking and a grope to follow it up. He begins to fuck her like that, even as he spanks her every time she makes even the slightest noise.

Of course, when every smack across her quickly reddening tushie and every thrust into her gripping cunt provokes a squeal or a moan, it turns into an endless cycle of palm against ass flesh as Keitaro fucks her and spanks her like her butt cheeks are a pair of bongo drums all the while. Kitsune doesn't even try to stay quiet, both the pleasure and the pain bringing her ever closer to a climax.

Except, just as she's about to tip over the edge, Keitaro stops. He doesn't spank her, and he suddenly pulls his cock free of her clenching cunt, leaving her hanging uselessly in midair as she comes down without every making it to the peak of the mountain.

"K-Keitaro?!"

"Did you not hear what I said? I'm not just going to punish you for your noise, you stupid little slut. You don't get to cum, until you learn the value of silence."

A shiver runs through Kitsune's trussed up body at the way Keitaro is talking to her. It's degrading, humiliating… and immensely arousing. When his cock slides back into her, she's nowhere near the same peak as before though. Now knowing the stakes, knowing it goes beyond punishment and pleasurable spankings, Kitsune tries to stay quiet.

She really does. Even when she makes a sound, even when a moan escapes her lips and Keitaro spanks her for her impudence, Kitsune tries to hold in the squeals and the yelps as her already red bottom gets redder still. But she doesn't do very well on her first attempt at actually trying to remain quiet. By the time she's nearing completion again, Keitaro once more pulls out right before she can climax, his hands leaving her body as he takes another walk around her hanging form, stroking his cock and eyeing her up and down.

"Better, but still not good enough. Do you want this, Kitsune? Do you want to cum around my cock as I fuck you silly? Because if you do… you're going to have to do better than that."

A whimper leaves Kitsune's throat. She doesn't know when things got so turned upside down, but she DOES know that she wants everything Keitaro just outlined. She wants him to fuck her, she wants to climax as his cock buries itself inside of her again and again and again. The very thought has her salivating. But… but it's so damn hard to stay quiet.

She doesn't manage it the third time. Nor the fourth. By the fifth, she's doing better, but Keitaro still pulls out and degraded and belittles her verbally, demanding to know if she's just wasting his time. That's when the tears fall as she denies that, as she begs him for another chance. And he gives it to her. She fails then too.

It's not until the seventh time Keitaro thrusts into her from behind that Kitsune manages to stifle her exclamation, her inner walls clinging to him immediately, while she bites her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood from it. As he keeps fucking her, his fingers knead and massage her blistered behind the entire while, sending jolts of fresh pain right alongside the pleasure through her form.

Yet still, Kitsune stays quiet. The short-haired woman hangs from the ceiling, bound and hogtied, completely at Keitaro's mercy… and she doesn't make a peep. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the noises made by Keitaro's big fat cock pounding in and out of Kitsune's sloppy, messy, extremely wet hole. She's sopping by this point, hell, she's beyond sopping.

And it feels so good, but she stifles the moans all the same. It feels spectacular, but not a single cry leaves her throat. She can see the finish line, she can feel the end of this particular torture coming. Kitsune bites down on her tongue to keep herself silent, and then it arrives and after so much edging, after so much pleasure… suffice to say, the beautiful short-haired woman loses utter control as she experiences the most explosive orgasm of her life.

The noise comes then, as the climax wracks her body. She screams bloody murder up towards the ceiling she's hanging from, shaking and spasming as her pussy walls tighten all the more around Keitaro's pistoning cock. With a grunt, the young man begins to cum as well, filling Kitsune with his seed as she milks it out of him, every last drop stuffed into her womb.

They reach mutual satisfaction together at long last, and the experience breaks Kitsune, after a fashion. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She doesn't come back to herself until Keitaro has pulled her down and untied her, pushing her to her knees to clean his cock on her face and her tongue. Only then does Kitsune return to reality, ferociously slurping and sucking at Keitaro's dick to clean up her mess.

When he's done, he pulls away from her, letting her go. Keitaro tucks his dick back into his pants and Kitsune kneels there for a moment, just staring, open mouthed.

"Get out of here, Kitsune. I need to get back to work. You've set me back enough."

A shiver runs down Kitsune's spine. Intense, no-nonsense Keitaro is back. She scrambles to her feet, gathers up her discarded clothing, and leaves the room, retreating back to her bedroom to regroup. Once there, Kitsune's eyes are drawn to her open notebook… and she finds herself sitting down at her writing desk, still completely nude, picking up the pencil there as she licks her lips salaciously.

She's no longer got Writer's Block. In fact, she knows exactly what sort of story she wants to write now. She's… inspired.

-x-X-x-

Su licks her lips as she squirms a bit in anticipation. She'd been using The Machine nonstop of late, putting Keitaro in all sorts of sexy smutty situations with the other girls if Hinata House. But today… today was the day that she would finally get her white whale. The times when Keitaro has been alone with this particular member of Hinata House have been rather minimal, lately. She's not been able to do anything fun about this particular pairing for quite some time… but now, now the perfect opportunity has arisen, and Su isn't going to just NOT take it, even if it's a teensy bit incestuous.

Grinning wickedly, Su flips over to the camera she has in the Hinata Café. Obviously, she wasn't going to just stop with spying at Hinata House, she also had to have the tea house properly wired as well. And it was good that she had, because right now, the tea house was closed, and only occupied by two people. Keitaro… and Haruka Urashima. The older woman had conscripted Keitaro to help her move some of the chairs and tables around in the café, hoping to maybe liven up the place a bit with some new arrangements.

Su honestly didn't know the details, nor did she care all that much. What mattered was that Keitaro was down there, alone with his 'aunt'. Though, that whole business of how they were related was a bit odd. Haruka was apparently Keitaro's elder cousin, from what Su had been able to figure out. However, Keitaro referred to her as his aunt, because she'd been adopted and raised by their grandmother from a fairly early age.

It was a little confusing, but none of the details really changed anything for Su. The princess was still going to use her machine on Keitaro and Haruka. The resulting fucking would be glorious, she was SURE of it. Licking her lips, Su finally reaches out and begins to turn dials, fiddling with knobs, moving this here and that there until EVERYTHING is in place.

Then, she turns the machine on, and hops up into her chair, already running her hands across her body as she moans in heartfelt anticipation. This was going to be FUN.

-x-X-x-

"Over here, Aunt Haruka?"

"Yes, that's-…"

Keitaro blinks as he pushes the table into position and then lines up the chairs that go with it on either side. Looking up, he furrows his brow at Haruka, who is now staring at him, her mouth open and her face… red?

"Are you alright?"

His attention seems to pull her out of her stupor.

"A-Ah, yes, I'm fine Kei-kun… I just realized there's something I need to get out of the back. Why don't you make us some tea?"

Keitaro frowns slightly. Something about all of this… why is he suddenly growing erect? And why is he looking at Haruka in a completely new light? He wants to… no, he could never do such things with his aunt. That would be wrong. Maybe… maybe tea was exactly what he needed. Swallowing thickly, Keitaro nods and begins moving towards the café's kitchen.

"That's a good idea. I'll do that."

"G-Good!"

And then Haruka is gone, not into the backroom, but into her own living space up above the café. Keitaro watches her, some part of him longing to follow her… and yet, he doesn't. He stays in the café and he makes tea, because at least then he can focus on something besides his aunt's tight, hot body. The way the older woman looks, so fit because of how much she works out. She really is a beautiful woman.

But no, he shouldn't be thinking such things. Not about Haruka. That was, it was… she was his AUNT. It would be wrong for him to-

"Kei-kun…"

Keitaro freezes at the sound of Haruka's voice. He's moved back out of the kitchen now, and has poured two steaming cups of tea, even sipping from his a few times to try to calm his suddenly raging libido. And yet, when he finally looks over at the owner of the tea house, hoping that maybe she'll kick him out or something, what he finds… doesn't help matters at all.

Haruka Urashima stands there at the foot of the stairs leading up to her living space, wearing a French maid outfit. It's not necessarily overly sexy… but it's distinctly frilled and distinctly the French sort of maid uniform. She steps away from the foot of the stairs, blushing up a storm and biting her lower lip… and Keitaro loses all sense of self control.

Before he can even realize what he's doing, he's across the room, grabbing Haruka by the neck and slamming her up against the nearest wall. She gasps at his roughness, but doesn't fight back, even though they both know she could. She's a fighter, a warrior woman… and yet, she squirms in his grasp and lets him kiss her fiercely, his lips on her own as his free hand slips down and hikes up her skirt, only to find she's not wearing anything beneath it.

Haruka the Tea House Owner is gone, and in her place is Haruka the Needy Maid. Apparently, the latter doesn't wear panties, because Keitaro finds himself fingering his aunt's cunt, just like that. He growls into her mouth, pistoning his digits in and out of her slit as she moans back into HIS mouth, writhing and wiggling like a particularly naughty maid, rather than the stern, domineering woman that Keitaro has always known.

Eventually, Keitaro pulls away, but only because he senses her getting close to climax. He feels how wet she is, and how she's been humping his hand for minutes now. He drags his fingers out of Haruka's cunt and lets the maid skirt fall back down, even as he pushes off of her, letting her drop to her knees, panting and moaning.

For a moment, Keitaro just looks down at his aunt, at how… weak she is. She's just a woman, after all, and a woman's place is at a man's feet, right? Frowning, feeling immensely backed up, but also full of this strange energy, Keitaro turns away from Haruka the Needy Maid. Heading over to a nearby chair, he pulls it out roughly and then sits down, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out of its tight confines. He's absolutely erect by this point, and his member was straining against his pants. But no longer. Now, it's out in the open air, and Haruka is staring at it, open mouthed and wide eyed.

Slowly, the Needy maid version of his aunt crawls across the floor, her eyes fixed on his cock. Keitaro watches her with feigned indifference. He wants her to come to him. He wants her to submit to him. She needs to know her place, and he needs to know that she knows it as well. Luckily for the both of them, Haruka is of a similar mind. Her tongue slides out from between her lips, and the sexy older woman slurps at his tip for a moment, before finally opening wide and sliding her mouth down his cock.

Keitaro groans in enjoyment of Haruka's efforts to pleasure him. She doesn't use her hands, oddly enough, but he quickly realizes why when he looks past her head to see that she has both hands on her own body instead. One has pulled down the front of her maid uniform and exposed her tits so that she can grope at them, while the other is in between her thighs, clearly working away at her cunt.

For a moment, the young man considers punishing Haruka for daring to distract herself with her own pleasure, rather than focusing everything on his own. However, then the experienced older woman does something with her tongue that makes Keitaro's eyes go crossed, and he groans again as he tilts his head back. In the end, despite feeling abnormally aggressive and incredibly turned on, Keitaro allows his aunt to continue playing with herself. It adds to the needy maid quality of the encounter, he supposes.

Her mouth feels so good around his cock, and her tongue only enhances the whole experience. Eventually though, Keitaro DOES want more. Grabbing hold of Haruka's hair, he grips tightly at his aunt's head and begins to force her up and down his member, all the faster. She looks up at him as he does so, beginning to gurgle and choke around his cock in the meantime, but never once does she try to stop him, never once does she try to fight back.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

He's in control here, and they both know it. He's in charge, and despite Haruka's age and experience, she seems all too happy to submit to her younger cousin, slurping away at his cock, her tongue writhing along the underside of his member, even as her throat is thoroughly railed, his dick slamming home into her esophagus again and again.

Feeling his release coming upon him, Keitaro lets out a growl, and promptly lets loose. His seed flows from his balls, up the length of his member, and right into Haruka's throat. Her eyes go wide in surprise at the abrupt hosing of cum she finds herself dealing with, and her cheeks chipmunk outwards in a futile, ultimately pointless attempt at containing his load.

Much of Keitaro's seed explodes out of Haruka's nostrils and the sides of her mouth, leaving her looking like an absolute mess, even after the young man pulls out of his aunt's throat, his cockhead popping free of her cum-covered lips. For a moment, they both just stay where they are. Haruka kneels between his legs, panting and gurgling a bit as she looks at him with a glazed expression of pure lust on her face. Meanwhile, Keitaro… Keitaro is still hard. He wants more, but he's not sure he should be doing such things with his aunt.

… In the end, he's already gone too far to be worrying about that now, hasn't he? With another growl, Keitaro stands up and grabs his aunt by her hair, dragging her up onto her feet. Haruka the Needy Maid whimpers and mewls as she's manhandled into position, slammed up against the wall once more, this time face first. As he grinds Haruka into the wall of her own café, he grinds himself into her from behind, hiking up her maid uniform and hot dogging her toned, firm buttocks with his big, fat erection.

Haruka moans wantonly, no words coming from her lips as she scrambles against the wall, practically clawing at it in anticipation. Keitaro doesn't say anything either… what is there TO say at this point? They both know what they want. They both know that they're going to get it too. Short of someone walking in on them and interrupting them, they aren't stopping now. And with the store closed and locked up, that isn't even remotely likely to happen.

Though, if one of the girls from Hinata House walked in, Keitaro isn't sure even that would stop him. He feels so… aggressive right now. So pent up. He NEEDS to let it out. With great satisfaction and contentment, Keitaro sinks his cock into his needy aunt from behind, filling the older woman up with his dick as Haruka in turn moans more wantonly than ever before, spasming and shaking through an immediate orgasm from the sudden penetration.

His length delves deep, and Haruka pushes her hips back into his thrust, helping him defile her, helping him fuck his own aunt. They're both all bestial desire right now, animalistic NEED easily trumping human social conventions and the like. They don't have to say anything, because they both know that this is everything either of them wants, perhaps everything either of them has ever wanted, despite never viewing each other like this before now.

Keitaro grabs a fistful of his aunt's hair again, and pulling on it, he begins to fuck her. He plows into her, even as she cries out in ecstasy. His cock slams home into her tightening, gripping cunt time and time again, and he doesn't let up, not even for a moment. This is what she wanted, after all. He knew it, he knew it down to his very soul. This was what Haruka Urashima had always wanted from him. He'd been too blind to see it, but now he would give her the order in her life that she desired. He would give her the domination that she needed to function.

Haruka, meanwhile, was having the time of her life submitting to her younger cousin. Keitaro was so much BIGGER than she ever would have expected. He was getting deeper inside of her cunt than any man before him. Maybe… maybe that was why she'd always been so alone. Her self-confidence had been born by the inability of any man she'd ever been with to satisfy her. But not Kei-kun. His big fat dick had satisfied her multiple times already, and he was so… so manly about it.

She loved it. She loved him. And she didn't want it to ever end. As Keitaro fucks her from behind, sending her through climax after climax, Haruka Urashima lets her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue loll out of her mouth, completely giving herself over to the pleasure of being so utterly FUCKED by her well-hung younger cousin.

-x-X-x-

Su is just coming down from her own climax when there's a sudden spark, followed by an abrupt detonation. She yelps as she's thrown back out of her chair, but luckily, the explosion is fairly self-contained, and she's got no real injuries beyond a few singed hairs. That said, it's not herself that Su is worried about. Hopping up, the young woman stares at The Machine in disbelief.

How… how had this happened? She'd made the Machine perfectly! And yet… there it was. Her mind control machine had been destroyed. And Su… Su didn't know what to do. Because this? This was bad. This meant that the changes she'd made to everyone in Hinata House… were permanent. Unless she could fix The Machine, which would take some time, she couldn't revert everyone back to normal.

Which meant Keitaro would always be the sexually aggressive man she'd made him into, while the other girls would all be submissive and needy and altogether horny. All of them. All the time. Things were going to get rather crazy around here, needless to say. Su gulps as she stares at the destroyed machine. Rather crazy indeed.

-x-X-x-

"A-Ah! Wait! No, I was sooo clooose!"

She really had been. As Kaolla Su is dragged out onto the grass, she whines and whimpers, struggling vehemently. But it's kind of hard to break free when an entire gang of girls, some of which who are far bigger and stronger than she is, are there to hold her down. And it is an entire gang. Practically every female member of Hinata House is there, having caught her while she was sneaking out of her room for a quick snack from the kitchen.

Ever since the machine had broke last week, Su had really been putting her all into fixing it. The problem was, there were parts she needed mailed in, things that she couldn't just cobble together from the items around her. Those parts had come just today though, and she'd been in the process of installing all of them when hunger had finally struck. Knowing that she needed a snack of some sorts or she was liable to pass out, Su had been as quiet and sneaky as she could be.

She'd been watching them, after all. In the last week, Hinata House had become a true den of depravity. Keitaro had become insatiable, and all of the girls of the house had fallen under his sway. Even the ones that hadn't necessarily been mind controlled before the machine broke… it was like they'd all just been waiting for Keitaro to put his big boy pants on and dominate the lot of them.

Hinata House had descended into debauchery and perversity that had distracted Su from her work more than once. How could she not bite her lip and frig away at her clit to the sight of Keitaro fucking each and every member of the house though, right? It was so fucking hot… but she still knew she had to fix things. She had to make things go back to the way they were before.

Unfortunately, as Su looks up into the piercing gaze of one Keitaro Urashima, she doesn't know if she's going to get the chance to. She'd barely made it out of her room and into the kitchen before the other girls of the house had ambushed her. It shouldn't have been possible, because Su's cameras had told her everyone was working hard to satisfy Keitaro when she'd chosen to sneak out. And yet, they'd somehow gotten the drop on her anyways. She hadn't even finished making her snack before they'd snatched her up and dragged her kicking and screaming from the kitchen.

Now here she was, all four of her limbs held down by the other girls of the house, staring up into the face of the monster that SHE had created.

"K-Keitaro… this, um. This isn't you. I may have accidentally done a thing, a-and you need to let me fix it!"

His cock is out. It's really hard to focus on begging him to let her change things back when she keeps darting her eyes down to look at his dick, which even now is being tended to by a moaning, mewling Kitsune, her tongue lapping at his cock, sliding back and forth along his length. Keitaro has a good dick. It's not too big, but not at all small either. It's just right, and at the end of the day, it's more in how you put it to use then how it looks, isn't it?

The thing is, Su has been watching Keitaro put that cock of his to use for quite a while now, mostly at her prompting. She's the one who's been instigating the rough, domineering sex between Keitaro and the other girls of the house. It's her fault that they've all pretty much joined Keitaro's harem at this point. She could still make things right though. She could still-

"Here it is, sir. This must be the device."

Su's eyes widen as the Machine is wielded out into the yard as well and presented to Keitaro. It's very nearly complete, very nearly fixed. If she could have just five minutes along with it, surely, she could get it up and running again, and then she could change things back to the way they were before. But something told the Molmol Princess that she wasn't going to get the chance.

Keitaro steps up to the device and stares at it for several long moments as everyone else, Su included, stares at him. The girls of Hinata House, all under his thrall, all under his sway, wait with bated breath. Meanwhile, Su is left squirming, but unable to break free of the ironclad grip of her housemates. She's trapped, utterly so.

Eventually, Keitaro steps away from the machine. He looks back to her, pulling out of Kitsune's grasp as he walks faster than the mewling slut can crawl, moving to loom over Su and stare down at her. The dark-skinned young woman blushes at the look in Keitaro's eyes. He's so manly and strong like this… exactly the kind of guy that she'd like. But then, to be fair, that was kind of the point. He was her creation, in a way. She had made him, after all.

"You want to change things back to the way they were before, Su? But I don't. I don't want to go back. And neither does anyone else."

Su bites her lower lip and shakes her head.

"T-That's the Machine talking, Keitaro. You aren't… this isn't you…"

"Perhaps it should be. Perhaps this should be me, all the time."

He kneels down then, and Su can only yelp as her legs are forced apart by his hands, strong and calloused from all the work he did around the house, making sure that Hinata House was always in tip top shape. Whimpering, the Molmol Princess watches as Keitaro brings his cock to bear, gripping it with one hand while the other flips up her skirt and exposes her glistening wet, panty-less slit. Of course, Su went commando. Panties were confining, and she'd never liked them before. But now, some small part of her is regretting not choosing to wear them more often.

His cockhead presses up against her slit, and Su's breath hitches with anticipation. She stares down at the place where they're about to be joined, where Keitaro is about to penetrate her. He'll impale her on his cock, and he'll make her his bitch, just like all the others. He'll turn her into his dick-loving cum dump, and she'll happily let him fuck her silly, again and again, after he's done with her.

And yet, even as such fantasies flit through the Molmol Princess' mind, she finds herself staring at his cockhead, pressed up against her entrance for a handful of seconds. And then even longer. Time passes by as Keitaro simply kneels there between her legs in silence, staring at her, even as she stares down at his dick. He's not… he's not pushing in. Why isn't he fucking her? Why hasn't he taken her yet?

"I'm waiting for you to ask nicely, Kaolla Su."

Eyes wide, the dark-skinned young woman finally looks up at Keitaro's smirking face. He cocks his head to the side, giving her a roguish grin that would never have been seen on the young man's lips before she'd fucked with his head.

"W-What?"

Keitaro just chuckles and rubs circles into her thighs with his thumbs.

"It's simple, isn't it? We both know you want this, Su. You want this just as badly as the others did. And yet, you've been the naughtiest of all of them. Did you think I was just going to give you what you wanted without making you beg? You want me to fuck you, Su. You want me to bury my cock inside of you, plow you silly, and breed you full of babies with my thick, virile seed."

He pauses for a moment, taking in a breath even as he leans in close, his lips inches from Su's, who longs for him to kiss her.

"Beg. Beg me for my cock. Beg me for my seed."

C-Could she really do that? He wasn't wrong, to be fair. Absolutely nothing Keitaro had said was a lie. Su DID want all of those things. But… this wasn't the real Keitaro. None of this was the true version of reality. Except, why couldn't it be? Why couldn't this be the new way things were? Why DID it have to go back to the old way?

Su could think up dozens of reasons for why she has to fix this and change Keitaro back to normal. But she also couldn't see any way out of this that didn't end with her getting fucked first. Even if she didn't necessarily want to, she had to play around for now, right? Biting her lower lip, the dark-skinned young woman ducks her head, finally giving in.

"I… please fuck me, sir. Please pump me full of your se-EEEEEEEE!"

Su's eyes nearly roll back in her head right then and there as Keitaro cuts her off by thrusting into her, just like that. He was waiting for her to let her guard down, waiting for her to no longer be ready for it. He was a tricky one, that was for sure. But there was no denying how good it felt. As Su lays there, pinned down by the others and held in place, Keitaro begins to fuck her. And oh, how he fucks her.

His cock fills her again and again, and his grunts fill the air, intermixing with her mewling moans. Su's eyes quickly go crossed, and it's not long before she's cumming her brains out. Truth be told, this is what she's always wanted. Watching Keitaro fuck all of the others, it'd been a placeholder that had never truly satisfied her. Oh sure, she'd climaxed multiple times to her voyeuristic desires to watch Keitaro plow the other girls silly, but that didn't mean she was actually fulfilled.

She'd always wanted more. She'd always wanted THIS. And now, Keitaro was giving it to her. His cock was pistoning in and out of her cunt again and again, and he was fucking her with such force that all Su could really do was play back and take it. She moans loudly and wantonly, only for him to lean down and cover her mouth with his own.

He dominates her tongue with his tongue, wrestling it into submission all while his hands come up and pull her shirt up and over her dark tits. He grabs at her breasts then, his own pale skin an interesting juxtaposition against her colored flesh, and his fingers digging into her soft boobs in a most satisfying way. He's not gentle, and he's not all that kind… but hadn't Keitaro said it best? Su had been the naughtiest of all the girls in Hinata House. She deserved this punishment, didn't she? She deserved a little bit of pain for all the trouble she'd caused.

She would… she would put it right though. She definitely would fix things. But before that, she could get fucked for a little while, right? She could enjoy Keitaro's cock for a little while longer. After all, everyone else had gotten to. From Shinobu and Kanaka, to Motoko and Kitsune. Haruka, Shinobu, Naru… everyone. Everyone was here, everyone had gotten fucked, and now it was Su's turn as well. She definitely would set things right… later. For now, though, she intended to enjoy herself to the fullest extent possible.

Of course, Su underestimates the monster she's created. Keitaro's problem was never a weak body. He was, after all, always strong enough to take the daily beatings he received and keep on trucking. He'd never suffered for lack of stamina. No, what Keitaro had suffered from was a lack of willpower. He'd always been weak in the head and the heart, and that was what had allowed everyone else in Hinata House to walk all over him.

But Su had fixed that. She'd made him strong in the areas he was weak, and that in turn allowed the strength he had in the areas where he was already strong to shine through all the more. As such, Keitaro keeps fucking Su, long past what she would consider reasonable. He pounds into her, and eventually cums… and then he just keeps going, not stopping for even a second.

He's breeding her, after all. He's breeding her in front of everyone, and while it's mostly for Su's benefit, there's also a part of this new Keitaro that wants to show his other women just what they're in for, just how STRONG he is. All of the residents of Hinata House watch on as this happens, enjoying the view as their Master fucks Su into total and utter oblivion.

Keitaro doesn't need a machine to mind control Su, he doesn't need technology to break her. All he needs is time. The young man starts fucking the dark-skinned girl right as the sun sets, and he doesn't stop fucking her until the sun begins to rise again the next morning. It's a constant utter fuck-fest, and Su practically loses her mind as it continues on. She certainly loses track of how many times he cums inside of her, as well as the number of positions he fucks her in.

By the time Keitaro is done with her, Su's clothing is in tatters, barely hanging on in some places, and completely gone in others. She's both filled and covered in cum, a puddle of the stuff practically splashing out of her from the sheer amount that he'd put in her to begin with. It's as the sun is rising over the horizon that Keitaro cums one last time inside of the young woman, pumping his seed into her drooling quim, already creampied a dozen times over, once more.

Then, he pulls out and grabs the exhausted Su by her hair, dragging her up out of the puddle and onto her feet. The Molmol Princess stumbles, mewling in distress at the rough treatment, but Keitaro is rather uncaring, instead bringing her over to the Machine. He hadn't destroyed it, or even damaged it as she feared he might when it was first wheeled out. The thing is pristine, and only five minutes away from being operational, just as it had been before.

Keitaro all but throws Su up against it. She half expects him to grab her by the hips and thrust into her from behind as she clings to the Machine, but he doesn't do that. Instead, he waits.

"Go on then, Su. Fix things. Change us back. Make everything… 'better'."

The choice was hers. Su's heart pounds in her head as she looks back at Keitaro's piercing gaze for a moment, before returning her eyes to her Machine. She bites her lower lip, and slowly reaches down to begin fiddling with things. She pulls a knob here. She presses a button there. Her hands run over the Machine in ways only she can comprehend… and when she's done, when she twists the last boondoggle, the entire thing… breaks.

There's small explosion, so minor that it doesn't even hurt Su. Then some smoke… and then the entire Machine teeters over on it's side and falls limp, dead and disabled, never to be used again. When Su turns away from it, naked and dripping Keitaro's cum from her overstuffed womb, she bites her lower lip and gives him a tentative smile. The young man smiles right back and welcomes her with open arms into her new life as another of his loving, loyal broodmares.

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