Type K

By Lord Raa

Disclaim-me-do: It's NOT cheating on you with your sister, it's making love to you by proxy.

Part 4

Dinner was a tense affair at the Hinata Sou. The landlord sat next to Shinobu, who was hoping that things would calm down before bedtime.

Motoko was unsure of what to say about what she'd learned about Keitaro.

Naru was bewildered by the way Keitaro had managed to hide such impressive skills for so long.

Tsuruko was giving serious thought to leaping across the table and slicing Keitaro into fine cuts of meat.

Kaolla was thinking about what Mechatama features would be the best to help Keitaro regain his strength.

And Haruka and Kitsune were finding the whole situation highly amusing.

"So, Keitaro, what can you remember about Kouji Inoue?" Kitsune smirked.

"Not a lot, really," the bespectacled youth replied with a shrug. "I mean, he was based in Kyoto I think but that's about it."

The ash-blonde's follow-up questions were cut off by the combination of a death glare from Tsuruko and nudge from Haruka.

"That didn't touch the sides, did it, Keitaro," Haruka commented as she noticed that her cousin had emptied his bowl far quicker than normal.

"I bet he hears that a lot," the married Aoyama added cattily.

"I'm sorry you didn't like the show earlier, Tsuruko-san," Keitaro said, folding his arms across his chest. "Too bad there are no refunds. Thank you for dinner, Shinobu-chan, it was delicious. I'm off to bed, do whatever you like."

"Really?" Tsuruko asked, a plan for her vengeance forming in her mind.

"Yeah, but if you do have a lesbian orgy without me, can you at least take photos? I understand if you don't want me there, but can you at least show me what I missed out on?"

The splutters of outrage were enough to make Keitaro smile as he left the room. As he reached the door, he ducked his head to the left and caught the small knife that had been thrown by the older of the two Aoyama sisters.

"New rule," the former ronin warned as he turned to face his friends. "No throwing things inside. If it happens again, there'll be trouble. Are we all clear on this matter?"

While the residents were all stunned by the reflexes Keitaro had shown, Haruka was familiar with her cousin's skill and shrugged.

"Such speed, Keitaro, I bet you're fast at everything you do," Tsuruko taunted. "And by that I'm deriding your sexual prowess."

"I see," Keitaro nodded, clearly understanding that he was being goaded. "Evidently, I still need to prove my manliness to you, Tsuruko-san. I won't be holding back anymore."

"Good, we'll fight now!"

"Don't you want to let your meal go down first, Tsuruko-san? I'd hate for you to vomit everywhere."

"My digestive tract is more than capable of dealing with a meal and a fight with the likes of you," Tsuruko boasted. "You're still weak from earlier."

"That's the kind of arrogance that sees you fall flat on your face," Keitaro sighed. "Not even Motoko, who's still a novice, would act like this. I'm giving you a chance to calm down before we fight again."

"I don't need your pity!"

"No, you're quite right, Tsuruko-san, you don't need or even want my pity," the bespectacled youth said honestly. Moments later, an evil grin spread across his face. "You clearly want a spanking."

"Outside. Now!" the married woman shouted angrily.

The gang assembled outside, watching as Tsuruko went through the mental preparations for the Rock-splitting Wave.

"What chance do you think Keitaro has, Haruka?" Kitsune asked, gesturing to where Keitaro was dancing from foot to foot.

"Hmm, well, Tsuruko-san's clearly angry, that's going to give her some strength, but make her sloppy. And Keitaro's probably still feeling tired from earlier, but he's a lot calmer," Haruka observed. "Who do you want to win?"

"I dunno, Keitaro, I guess," the ash-blonde replied. "Why, you got some sort of secret weapon?"

"Oh yes, Kitsune. Watch this," the smoker smiled as she got the attention of both fighters. "How about we make this interesting? The winner gets to strip the loser naked and spank them."

"With righteousness on my side, how can I lose?" Tsuruko asked, trying to use her steely gaze to flay her opponent. "I accept."

Keitaro's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands together. "I was going to give Tsu-chan a spanking, but now I get to strip her naked first. Job's a good 'un."

Motoko shook her head as she tried to make sense of this situation. She knew all too well how good Tsuruko was: one does not become heir to a martial arts school on birthright alone. However, there was a small part of her that wanted to see her sister beaten by Keitaro as revenge for all the mean things she'd done to her when they were growing up.

'And there's something about him when he's exuding confidence,' the raven-haired girl thought with a light blush.

"Begin!" Haruka shouted, starting the grudge match.

A split second later, Keitaro charged Tsuruko and pinned her to the ground.

"I win," he declared.

"That's cheating!" Motoko insisted, familial loyalty winning out over her burgeoning affection for Keitaro.

"What, should I wait for Tsuruko to make the first move?" Keitaro asked as he wrapped his arms around his victim. He revelled in the tactile sensations from exploring Tsuruko's body. "Such a delicious body."

"Wait, what happened?" Kitsune asked.

"Ero Turbo," Haruka replied. "The best way to get Type K to win a fight is to promise him some action after."

"Hey, stop that," Tsuruko protested as the new bane of her life seemed to wrap his entire body around hers like a boa constrictor. Suddenly, the kendoist went limp. "Ooh…"

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" the former ronin asked, licking Tsuruko's neck. "Where's your bitchy attitude now?"

"I yield," the defeated woman whimpered.

"Good. Now it's time for your spanking," Keitaro smiled as he stood up and hoisted Tsuruko onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He was unable to resist the temptation to give the firm, pert buttocks a quick squeeze. "Yeah, this is going to be epic."

Motoko, Kitsune and Naru burst into Keitaro's room just as Tsuruko's beautifully toned buttocks were being slapped.

"Aneue!"

"Don't you lot ever knock?" Keitaro chided. "Are you lot just obsessed with my sex life and want to watch me in action? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the show is now over. You'll have to find tonight's masturbation material elsewhere."

"But… but…" Motoko stammered.

"You sound like a motorboat, Motoko-chan. Listen, I don't care what you want to do, but it's bedtime. So unless you're planning to sleep with me, it's time for you to leave. I'll give you ten seconds to make up your mind, anyone here after that will have to get naked."

Kitsune was the quickest witted of her friends and dragged Motoko and Naru out of the room with her. "Come on you two, I don't think we're ready for Type K."

When they were alone, Keitaro turned to Tsuruko. "How do you want to do this, Tsundereko? I mean, I'm quite happy to sex you up tonight, but since you complained that your husband had a man-crush on me, it might make things a bit weird in the morning."

Tsuruko gave her considered reply. "I… Perhaps it would be best if I left you alone for now, Keitaro-san."

"That's cool," the bespectacled youth nodded. "I'll keep the door unlocked in case you want to sneak in for some midnight sexing."

"When I said 'for now', I didn't mean that I intended to return in a couple of hours for extra-marital sex," the swordswoman chided as she stood up and mustered as much dignity as she could. "Good evening, Mister Urashima."

"You gotta do what you gotta do," Keitaro shrugged. When the door closed, he added, "I believe that you're on my to-do list, Tsundereko."

Mitsune Konno lay stretched out on her bed as she tried to make sense of the situation. While she was no stranger to sexual attraction, having had a few flings in her time, she wasn't entirely sure which Keitaro she liked more.

There was something about the kind, if incredibly clumsy, young man that made her feel that he'd be a good husband. But on the other hand, she could easily find herself falling for his martial artist persona.

'If I make a move, will I be treated like a fight groupie and discarded for the next girl that comes along?' she wondered. 'Do I even want to be involved with someone like Type K?'

"I need a drink," the ash-blonde decided. She got up off her bed and made a beeline for her stash of alcohol. "Ah, good old Alcohol, you always help me decide if I should go with a guy or not. Let's see what you have to say on the matter, shall we."

In her room, Motoko Aoyama was also pondering the change in Keitaro's demeanour. She, like her fellow residents, liked his kindness and willingness to help people in need. But try as she might, the kendoist couldn't convince herself that Type K had nothing about him that interested her.

And there were also two facts about his duel with Tsuruko that unsettled her. One, that he had defeated her sister in the blink of an eye on the promise that he could sexually harass her; and two, that Tsuruko seemed to start enjoying the way Keitaro had wrapped his body around her.

'He was so gentle before this change, yet he's so manly now. If only he could strike a balance and become gentlemanly, then I might consider…' Motoko's cheeks coloured as her mind drifted off into a brief sex fantasy involving naked tai-chi.

Shaking her head in a vain attempt to clear the resultant images, she decided to speak with someone who had more life experience.

'Normally I would consult Aneue, but I do not think that would be wise at this time. Perhaps Mitsune-san would be the best choice.'

In her room, Naru Narusegawa slept soundly. She had put the situation regarding Keitaro's past down as fatigue from her latest bout of studying.

Before she had fallen asleep, she had told herself that she definitely was not interested in someone as perverted and aggressive as Type K.

Motoko knocked on Kitsune's door, hoping that she'd be awake and willing to talk to her.

"What's up, Motoko-chan?" Kitsune asked with a smile.

"I was hoping that I could talk with you. It's about Keitaro…"

"Take a seat, I'll pour you a drink," the ash-blonde smiled. "So what was it about Keitaro that you wanted to talk to me about?"

Motoko was at a loss for words. She was handed a cup of sake. "Thank you."

"I take it you're wondering who the real Keitaro is," Kitsune said looking at her friend. "I can't say I blame you. I like the fact that Keitaro's kind and considerate."

"But I would like him to be manlier," the raven-haired girl replied in a quiet voice.

"What sort of manly are you after, Motoko-chan? I mean, are we talking about the kind of Hot Blooded idiocy of giant robot pilots? Or perhaps you'd prefer the calm and collected sort who considers all the angles before acting?"

"Actually, I think that I'd like it if he was a mix of the old Keitaro and the new. Kind and considerate, but also take charge. More manly than gentle, if that makes any sense," Motoko replied, suddenly finding her drink very interesting.

Kitsune drained her cup. "Motoko-chan, that actually makes sense. But you know what sort of person he is. Do you really want to be another conquest? Do you want to be another statistic when it comes to Type K?"

"…" the kendoist drank her own sake. 'Hang on a moment …' "It sounds like you've given this a lot of thought too, Kitsune."

"So I'm in the same boat as you, Motoko-chan. What do we do?"

A knock on the door gave Motoko a moment's grace to think of an answer.

"I know you're in there with someone, Kitsune, and I know you're being noisy. Either you keep it down or I'll give you something to scream about," Keitaro warned through the door.

It appeared that Motoko had acquired her sister's reflexive habit of winding up Keitaro, regardless of her intentions. "I doubt you could make any woman scream in anything other than horror, Keitaro."

Kitsune sat opened mouthed at the attitude of her friend. While it was true that when he first arrived, Motoko didn't treat Keitaro with anything more than a barely suppressed hatred, something wasn't right. "Motoko-chan, what are you trying to say?"

"I… I don't know, I didn't mean to say anything to upset Keitaro," the kendoist stammered in apology as the door opened.

"So, what are you trying to tell me, Motoko-chan? Are you a tsundere like your sister who's hoping that I will break down your walls and love you in a tender fashion? Or perhaps you just want some rough sex?" Keitaro asked as he stood in the doorway, completely oblivious to his state of undress.

"You're naked, Keitaro," Kitsune pointed out helpfully.

"I know, Kitsune-chan. I was trying to sleep, but two people were making too much noise."

"Why did you decide to start sleeping naked?" Motoko asked, her keen vision finding its way drawn towards crotch of her landlord.

"The same reason why a dog licks his balls: because he can," he naked man shrugged. "Now, it's late and we're all tired. There's only one reason I'll accept for either of you to be noisy; and you'll want to be naked for that, too."

"I'm shocked and appalled," Kitsune said in mock outrage.

"Can you be shocked and appalled with less noise? Your options are put out or shut up."

"…" the girls were stunned into silence.

"So you're going to be quiet?" Keitaro asked. "That's good; we can get some rest tonight."

"What sort of thing were you thinking of doing to us?" the two girls asked simultaneously. They looked at each other in disbelief before blushing heavily.

"Oh my, you're both so very naughty," the martial artist sighed. "There's only one thing for it: both of you in my room now."

"W-w-what?" Motoko blushed.

"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you, Keitaro?" Kitsune asked.

"The pair of you are clearly obsessed with sex, despite not having had any action since I got here. And since I don't know which of you is the bigger pervert, there's only one thing to solve this problem: it's time for a sex sandwich."

The next morning, Kitsune squirmed as a shrill noise interrupted her sleep.

"Too loud…" she mumbled. "Wait, did I set my alarm last night? Hang on, that's not my alarm!"

Shooting bolt upright, the voluptuous girl scanned the room for details. 'This is…'

The sound of two people snoring in unison started to ring alarm bells in the ash-blonde's head.

"Keitaro? Motoko?"

"Shush," Keitaro chided, slowly opening his right eye. "You'll disturb Motoko-chan."

"What happened?" Kitsune asked.

"You and Sleeping Tsundere here were unable to sleep. I decided to give you a reason to be noisy," the perverted martial artist smiled. "Yes, we did have sex."

"Mmm," the raven-haired girl smiled as she nuzzled Keitaro's chest. She lifted her head. "…Where am I?"

"You're in my bed, Motoko-chan. I was just explaining to Kitsune what happened last night."

"I see," the kendoist nodded, her memories of their nocturnal activities rapidly returning. "About last night; I don't remember you sticking your… you know, inside me. So how did you manage to make me feel so good?"

"Experience," Keitaro replied, "I've had sex with many women. I'm just as perverted as you accused, Motoko-chan. But saying that, if I hadn't, I dread to think how disappointing last night would have been."

"You do have a fair point there," Kitsune agreed. "So what happens now? Are we just the latest in your long line of conquests?"

"That depends on you two as much as me," the martial artist answered. "Are you ok with being part of a harem? We all know that one woman isn't going to be nearly enough for a lecher like me."

"We'd need to think about that," the short-haired girl deadpanned.

"But of course," Keitaro smirked. "Now, do either of you want to go again before breakfast?"

Kitsune's stomach complained loudly, causing her to shrug apologetically.

"Fair enough, I could do with some food too."

Tsuruko was unsure of how she felt about Keitaro. When she arrived, she had something of a crush on Type K; something that she felt that was understandable given his legendary fighting prowess. This minor crush had grown after their sparring match to the point where she knew she'd have to be careful in order to protect her marriage.

And then she'd discovered that her husband had a crush of his own on Keitaro. Sure, Kouji had insisted that is was just a case of hero worship, the sort that sports fans had when they encountered the star player of their favourite team. It was unsettling for her as a woman to learn that perhaps there was one man who could lead him astray. Another woman was something that she could accept and understood, but given that Kouji was normally comfortable and secure in his heterosexuality, it worried her slightly.

If that wasn't enough to confuse matters, there was the way Keitaro had made her feel after he defeated her.

"Just how was he able to hit all those spots at the same time?" Tsuruko asked herself, her mind replaying Keitaro's perverted octopus impersonation. "Never mind that now, it's time for breakfast."

To be continued…

This was pre-read by Chi Vayne and previewed on certain interconnected tubes.