Type K

By Lord Raa

Disclaim-me-do: He doesn't want a bald man revolving!

Part 5

Keitaro was the last to arrive at the breakfast table. He greeted everyone as he took his seat. "So then, how is everyone this fine morning?"

"Concerned," Tsuruko replied.

"Concerned about what, Tsundereko?" Keitaro asked, helping to pass bowls around the table.

"About you and your effects on everyone around here," the married woman answered.

"Ah, don't worry about that, Tsundereko. I'm starting to get a feel for things," the lecher smirked, causing Motoko to blush.

"Are you going to start getting a feel for everyone here, Keitaro?" Kaolla asked cheerfully, looking up from her meal. "Like you were last night?"

"What?" the rest of the table asked, though some of the diners were feigning their outrage.

Keitaro gave a carefully measured response. "Would you like me to get a feel for you?"

"Hmm…" the girl genius pondered. "I'm not sure if I want you to feel me up yet."

"Well, when you are sure and if you do want me to feel you up, you know how to find me," the landlord smiled before turning his attention back to Tsuruko. "Tsundereko, what sort of training would you like to try today? More speed training, or perhaps you think I should continue with stamina?"

"Don't call me 'Tsundereko', Typo K," Tsuruko sniped back.

"Oh, I see what you did there," Keitaro said, rolling his eyes. "You're unhappy with the less than reverent nick-name I've given you and you're seeing if I like a taste of my own medicine. You'll have to do worse than that if you want to upset me."

"Like what?" Kitsune asked, still trying to figure Keitaro out.

"My manhood and sexual prowess were insulted last night and I don't recall falling into state of bloodlust. Miss Konno, the sort of comment that would send me into a fit of murderous rage is not appropriate discussion material for the breakfast table. If you want me to talk dirty to you, it'll just have to wait until later."

"Urashima!" Motoko growled. "Just what kind of perverted nonsense are you talking about now?"

"I now have a lesson plan for this morning," Keitaro grinned evilly at the younger swordswoman. "Thank you for inspiring me, Motoko-chan."

"Wait, what?" the Aoyama sisters asked in unison.

"Eat up, prepare yourself, and bring live steel. You too, Tsundereko, school's in session."

A short while later, Motoko and her sister were enjoying the morning sunshine as they waited for Keitaro to emerge.

"Motoko-han, there is something that I must confess to you," Tsuruko said with a mixture of guilt and sadness in her voice.

"Aneue?"

"Keitaro isn't calling me 'Tsundereko' just to annoy me by getting my name wrong. After our second fight, he gave me a hint of why he's a legend," the older sister said. "I was giving serious thought to his offer."

Motoko nodded, remembering what Keitaro had done with her the night before. "I think I understand, Aneue."

"I look forward to helping you understand things later, Motoko-chan," Keitaro's voice declared.

It took the sisters a moment to locate their opponent on the rooftop.

Tsuruko's right hand moved to the hilt of her sword. "Do you really think that you can defeat us unarmed?"

"I'm used to being double-teamed by hot women," Keitaro smirked as he jumped to the ground, landing gracefully. "Besides, when was the last time you fought together? Motoko-chan hasn't had much teamwork practice lately."

'He's got a point about co-ordinated fighting,' the married woman admitted to herself. "So what lesson were you planning on teaching us, 'Sensei'?"

"That speed kills, Tsundereko."

"I told you not to call me 'Tsundereko', Typo K," Tsuruko glared.

Keitaro smirked arrogantly. "Well, I'll tell you what, Mrs. Aoyama: if you and your sister are able to beat me before," he paused to check his watch, "It's 10:15 now, so let's say 12, I'll call you whatever you want."

"And if we can't?" Motoko asked, unsure if she really wanted to know the answer.

"Molest-me-do!" the perverted youth beamed. "Now… Motoko-chan, you get to try cutting me open first!"

"What? Cut you open?" the younger sister protested.

"Yes," Keitaro nodded patronisingly. "I've got a reputation to uphold – I fight until I drop."

Tsuruko held her face in the palm of her hand at her sister's comment of, "But if I hurt you too badly…"

"If you hurt me too badly, you'll just have to nurse me back to health."

"Never mind that," Tsuruko said, feeling suitably embarrassed at the scene. "Keitaro, prepare to taste steel!"

Keitaro turned his attention to Tsuruko and leapt at her, manoeuvring in mid air to drive his heel into the top of her head.

The raven-haired woman thrust her katana upwards, ready to disembowel the lecher. She was surprised to see him use the back of the blade as a springboard and fly over her head.

"AH!" she screamed out when Keitaro gave her a smack on the backside.

"Just as I remembered," the bespectacled combatant smiled happily. "Firm and perky and I look forward to running my hands all over them later."

"Damn you, Keitaro!" Tsuruko growled, spinning around and slashing repeatedly in an attempt to land a hit on him.

Keitaro's eel-like agility saved him and his clothes from the razor-sharp blade. He quickly recognised the pattern and knocked the sword from the increasingly frustrated woman's hands with an uppercut that would have made Naru proud.

He followed up with a simple throw that was followed by an arm lock as he forced Tsuruko's face into the ground. "Better luck next time, my dear."

Jumping back, Keitaro turned his attention back to Motoko. "Now then, Motoko-chan, what can you do?"

"I…"

"Too slow."

The perverted martial artist charged Motoko, his hands blurring as he slapped her into the air as if she was a balloon.

A moment later, the Hinata Sou's resident kendoist found herself sitting in the pond.

"Damn you, Keitaro," she grumbled, shaking the water from her long hair. "I wasn't ready!"

"Who are you, Akane Tendo? This isn't a game, you know," Keitaro chided. "If you want any hope of trying to keep your school alive, you're going to have to do a hell of a lot better than that!"

Motoko fumed silently.

"Yeah, you're angry at the insult to your skill. You should be, Motoko-chan, I remember being scared that you would slice me in half in the blink of an eye! Now look at you: sitting in a koi pond, looking like I shit in your cereal and told you it was chocolate sauce." Keitaro turned to where Tsuruko was retrieving her sword. "Tsuruko, are you going to try to introduce your sword to my spleen?"

"And the rest of your innards," Tsuruko growled.

"See, that's the attitude I want to see," the lecher beamed. "Now, get out of the pond, Motoko-chan, you can share a bath with your sister later. Don't worry, I'll be sure to wash your back properly. And your front."

Tsuruko slashed and thrust at Keitaro, unhappy that her normally impressive attacks were being parried like they were nothing.

"Is that all you can do?" Keitaro asked seconds before the married woman found herself dumped into the pond next to her sister. "Just how am I supposed to improve if I'm not being challenged?"

Shaking his head, the former champion stepped towards the sisters with his hands outstretched to help them out of the water. "Come on you two, I know you can do better than that."

Tsuruko's fingers were slowly wrapped around the hilt of her sword, in readiness for her attack.

"You know, if you don't put up a better fight, I might get the impression that you're both only doing this to keep up appearances and that you're looking forward to some bath time fun," Keitaro taunted.

"You've discovered our cunning plan, Keitaro," the married woman smiled coyly. 'Just a bit closer…'

She cursed when Keitaro dodged her lightning quick upward slash by mere millimetres. "Shit!"

"Not bad, not bad at all, my dear Tsundereko," the lecher said with a tilt of his head. "A little impatient perhaps, but not a bad ploy in the grander scheme of things."

"So, what now?"

"Well that depends on if you and your sister have stopped feeling sorry for yourselves and gotten ready to fight for your chastity and the right to be called whatever you want," Keitaro answered.

"Are you being serious?" Motoko asked, her keen vision searching for her sword.

"I am, Motoko-chan. I'll call you whatever you like, anything from Lady Aoyama to Boo-Boo Kitty-fuck."

"…"

"Of course, time is running out for that, and I'll get to have my wicked way with the pair of you."

Tsuruko growled and stood up. She unleashed the Rock-Splitting Wave at Keitaro, knocking him to the ground.

The lecher coughed as he lifted himself up onto his elbows. "Now that's what I'm talking about! It's about time you started to show some skill, I was beginning to think that you weren't taking this seriously.

"Variety is the spice of life, and it's time for a variation on the Hornets Swarm."

Keitaro jumped to his feet and took an aggressive stance.

'I know he's fast, but how strong is he?' Tsuruko asked herself. 'I had better be prepared for anything…'

The Shinmeiryu practitioner decided that the best course of action for countering Keitaro's lightning quick strikes was to sacrifice some of the strength of her attacks for the ability to strike with her left hand at his vulnerable areas.

Keitaro charged at Tsuruko, his left palm facing the woman with his right hand pulled back for spear-like thrusts.

Motoko looked on in awe at the look on her landlord's face. 'He's so serious… he looks so manly…'

"Should have gone for a shorter blade, Tsundereko!" the perverted combatant grinned evilly as his hands blurred, striking Tsuruko left, right and centre.

The swordswoman was forced to agree with Keitaro's assessment as she was forced onto her back foot. She struggled to keep his hands at bay. "Damn it! Were you an octopus in a former life?"

Keitaro smirked. "Time to get you out of those wet clothes, Tsundereko."

"Wha?" Tsuruko's response was cut off when she felt Keitaro striking her.

The landlord jumped back for a much needed breather. "You need to cool off, Tsuruko-chan."

The sisters looked questioningly at Keitaro for a moment before Tsuruko's clothes fell away, landing in three piles at her feet.

"Yes, just as delicious as I had hoped."

"You… you pervert! How can you do such a thing to my sister?" Motoko raged, not quite realising that she was feeling jealous of the attention Keitaro was lavishing on Tsuruko.

"What are you complaining about? You had some fun last night, didn't?" Keitaro replied casually.

The younger sister blushed brightly as she processed what had just been said.

"Wait, what did you do to Motoko-han last night?" Tsuruko demanded, pointing her sword at Keitaro.

"Is that outrage or jealousy, Tsundereko-chan?" the lecher asked. "If it's outrage you're feeling, you better do something about it. If it's jealousy, then it's going to be more fun making you feel better."

"What makes you think that it's either?" the married woman countered.

"What else could it be?"

"Pity," Tsuruko mocked. "I feel pity that my sister couldn't experience love-making from a real man."

"A real man?" Keitaro asked with a laugh. "Considering that your husband wanted to make love to another man, I don't think you're best suited to comment about such things, Tsundereko. Besides, Kitsune seemed to enjoy being taking roughly from behind last night, didn't she, Motoko-chan?"

Motoko blushed even more as she became the centre of attention. "I… err…"

"Never mind the fact that I got the shitty end of the stick last night, Motoko-chan," the lecher said, turning his narrowed gaze to the younger sister. "I believe that it's your turn to attack. And if you don't try harder than you have been, I'm going to punish you when the time runs out."

Tsuruko knelt down and started to redress herself. When she heard the word 'punish', she stopped what she was doing and stood upright, she turned to Keitaro. "What kind of punishment are you talking about?"

"Tie her to the bed, tease her with feathers then make her watch me fuck you until you pass out. You'd be surprised how effective that is."

"And what makes you think that I will let you try anything like that with me?" the married woman asked, swinging her sword to punctuate her question.

Keitaro just smirked silently in response before leaping into attack. "Yazan-Geiburu-ken!"

Motoko watched in horror as her landlord, unleashed a terrible attack on her sister. Keitaro's speed made everything she'd seen so far look like a clumsy child as he crouched down and jammed his two index fingers into Tsuruko's sphincter while slipping his two pinkie fingers into her vagina.

"AAAHHH!" the semi-naked woman screamed in shock as she realised she was being violated.

"This is terrible," Keitaro decided. "All the pair of you had to do was fight me until I couldn't get up again and you can't even defend against simple groping and sexual assault? How hard can it be to knock someone unconscious or slice off a leg so he can't stand up?"

"How was I supposed to know that you were going to stick your fingers in my ass?" the recomposed Tsuruko growled.

"You're lucky I still have respect for the institution of marriage, Tsundereko, otherwise I'd be fucking you at full force to make up for your sister's antics. Did you know that she and Kitsune blue-balled me last night?"

"Poor baby," the molested woman mocked. "Given what you said to me yesterday, it's a wonder you can remember what it was like to get that far with a woman."

"Now, as some say, the click is tocking and you've got a badass to incapacitate lest he have his wicked way with you and your sister. And all I can say about that is, 'I hope you're on a safe day'," Keitaro said, seemingly ignoring the comment about his behavioural change.

"Safe day?" Motoko repeated, hoping that he wasn't referring to the same thing as Kitsune did.

"Yes, Motoko-chan, a safe day," the lecher nodded. "I am referring to the days in the female cycle where she is least fertile. Today being a safe day would be a good thing as I intend to ejaculate inside you and your sister several times."

The sisters were stunned by the brazen words of their opponent, causing him to sigh.

"You do realise that by standing around like statues, you are playing into my hands, don't you? If you don't attack now, I'm only going to scoop the pair of you up into my arms and carry you off to my room for sex. Five."

"…"

"Four. Three. Two. One. Time's up, my dears, it is will be molestation time!" Keitaro declared, sweeping the sisters up into his arms and bounding off to his room.

Haruka walked by the window to Keitaro's room with a bottle of sake for Kitsune. Her attention was drawn to some motion in the open window. It took a moment for her to realise what it was.

"Yo, Haruka!" the naked man shouted from behind Tsuruko.

"I see you're back to your old self, Keitaro," she sighed, holding her face in the palm of her hand.

"Don't be like that, Haruka, can't you see how Tsundereko's enjoying this?" Keitaro smirked as he continued to thrust into latest conquest.

"I guess I should warn the townsfolk to lock up their daughters," Haruka shook her head.

"Their MILFs and hot housewives too."

The Aoyama sisters arrived at the dining table together, having cleaned up after their lessons with Keitaro.

"So the, Tsuruko-san, did you learn much from Type K?" Kitsune asked, having seen the amused look on her landlord's face when he'd taken his seat.

"I certainly learned a great deal, Kitsune-chan," Keitaro smiled. He cast a glance at Haruka, who just silently shook her head.

"Do I want to know?" the ash-blonde asked, her gaze flitting between the two sisters, who were looking increasingly unsettled.

"Maybe, but it's not something that you should discuss over lunch," the landlord answered. "But I still need to think about how I'm going to train these two."

"Wait, I thought that they were training you," Naru interjected. "You know, since you're still weak and feeble."

"Well, yes, but either I've suddenly got my groove back or they're holding back and I need to break them out of that habit," Keitaro explained. He turned to face the sisters. "There's a difference between not showing all your strengths and holding back unnecessarily."

"And how do you hope to break them of that habit, Keitaro?" Kitsune asked.

"Well, I have several tools at my disposal," the pervert smirked. "You know: carrot and stick."

"Carrot and stick?" Kaolla asked in confusion. "How does that work?"

"I've got this one," Haruka said. "Su-chan, it's a reference to training animals or people. You use the carrot as a reward and the stick as a punishment."

"Oh," the princess nodded in understanding. "Like with how Amalla talks about when she was training Lamba, only the carrots are licking the man-banana and the stick is the marital whip?"

The Japanese people all turned to look questioningly at Kaolla.

"Now that I think about it, it's in the Molmol Guide to Snuu-Snuu," the blonde said clicking her fingers in recollection.

"Is there a Japanese translation of this book of yours, Su-chan?" Keitaro asked. "It sounds interesting."

"It is!" Kaolla chirped happily. "Maybe I could try some of the lessons with you since you're teaching Motoko and Tsuruko?"

Keitaro turned to see the looks of horror on the faces of his tenants and Tsuruko. Haruka, however, just had a disapproving look on her face. "Well, we'll see, Su-chan. I might be too tired after teaching my students."

After lunch, Kitsune was talking to the Aoyama sisters about Keitaro.

"Now, just what is going on here?" the ash-blonde asked. "What happened earlier? Why was Haruka muttering 'Keitaro's up to his old tricks again'?"

"That's not important right now," Tsuruko insisted.

"Is that so?" Kitsune's tone was sceptical. She looked at the increasingly nervous Motoko. "Then what is important?"

"Err…"

Tsuruko rolled her eyes at her sister's hesitation. "What is important is that we arrange a suitable training schedule with Keitaro-san."

"Yes," Motoko added, quickly jumping in. "We all need to work on our stamina."

"Well, your stamina certainly seemed lacking last night, Motoko-chan," Kitsune teased. "It didn't take long for you to…"

"Ack!" the younger sister made a choking noise.

"Keitaro-san already explained what happened last night, Motoko-han," Tsuruko sighed. "The pair of you were most irresponsible."

Kitsune was about to say something in protest when Keitaro approached.

"Actually, Kitsune was most responsible last night," the perverted fighter smirked as he put an arm around the short-haired girl's waist. "She's fun-loving but practical; which is why we're going to renegotiate her tenancy agreement."

"We are?" the ash-blonde asked turning to look at the lecher.

"Yes," Keitaro smiled before leaning in and licking Kitsune's earlobe. "I'm thinking of putting my services up for sale and I need someone to organise things for me. There'd be a percentage of revenues and free room and board. Plus other benefits, you know, like the ones you enjoyed last night…"

Kitsune considered Keitaro's offer as his hand caressed her ass. "What kind of percentage are we talking about?"

"Five for the first six months, rising to seven and a half," the lecher answered as his hand slid around to the front of Kitsune's thigh. "Of course, you don't have to be my agent to enjoy some of those benefits..."

"I'll need to sleep on it."

"You can sleep on anything you like, Kitsune-chan," Keitaro winked before removing his hand. "Now, you pair have some work to do."

"We do?" Motoko asked, unsure if she liked the playful look in her new sensei's eyes.

"Oh yes, Motoko-chan. You and Tsundereko need to convince me that I'm not wasting my time with your lessons."

At the Aoyama family home, Tsukiko Aoyama turned to her son-in-law.

"Kouji-kun," the widow said solemnly, "I wanted to discuss something important with you."

"What is that, Mother?" the smartly dressed man bowed respectfully.

"As you know, Tsuruko is visiting her sister at the Hinata Sou. The landlord there is the legendary Keitaro Urashima," Tsukiko said dramatically. "But sisterly concern over his well documented habits is not the reason for Tsuruko's visit."

"It's not?" Kouji asked.

"No, it is not. Unfortunately, Motoko is currently unaware of the true purpose of Tsuruko's visit. I feel that you too might be unaware of the motivations behind such a risky plan of action."

"I take it you're referring to the risk that my wife might be seduced by Type K?" the son-in-law asked. "Not that I'm ungrateful for the time I've spent with Tsuruko-san, she's a wonderful woman, but I always felt that I was never the best marriage candidate for her."

"Yes," the widow nodded. "I apologise, but your marriage was never expected to last this long."

"Why not?"

"Because of an old prophecy."

To be continued…

Note-me-do:

Of course there are plot holes and terrible continuity errors – this is cheap "comedy", written on a whim to make people laugh.

"It is will be molestation time" is a deliberate use of one of those intertube memes.

This was, as ever, pre-read by Chi Vayne, and previewed on some of those aforementioned tubes.

There is also some lemon content for this and the previous chapter. Put your Google-fu to the test if you want to read that.