As the day was starting to wind down, Keitaro wandered the halls of Hinata House, curious as to what he could do to pass the time. With Amalla’s servants effectively taking over literally ALL managerial and custodial duties within the dorms, Keitaro was left with little else to do other than study, and even he could only do that for so long before boredom overtook him and he felt the compulsion to do something else.
Of course, in light of the latest developments with the women transforming into super tall and bewitchingly sexy amazons, Naru, Amalla, and several of the other Hinata ladies would have a suggestion as to what Keitaro could do with his newly acquired spare time, which almost assuredly involved a bedroom, a locked door, a few scented candles, a bottle of wine, a lit fireplace, some music to help set the mood…and some aphrodisiacs if necessary.
While Keitaro was certainly humbled and grateful for the wonderful night he had with Naru, Mutsumi, and Kanako, he couldn’t help but feel rather overwhelmed by the pacing of it all. Everything just seemed to be moving so quickly now regarding the whole “harem plan” which Amalla and Kaolla appeared to be dead set on seeing through to completion. It was certainly surprising enough to see Naru of all people do a complete 180 from being completely against the idea to becoming a willing accomplice to it. And with Kanako and Mutsumi joining in the love-making that night, it was a rather safe bet to deduce that they were most likely okay with it as well.
That meant that there were five women within the Hinata House dorms who were totally okay with a harem between themselves and Keitaro…and given how damn bull-headed and stubborn Kaolla and her sister appeared to be, they were going to do everything in their power to make five women become thirteen women in the very near future.
‘Is this right?’ thought Keitaro as he wandered the halls. ‘Do I have any business having romantic relations with so many women?’ In Keitaro’s opinion, the younger women of the bunch - Kaolla, Shinobu, Nyamo, Sarah, and Mei - were more akin to kid sisters in his eyes than girlfriend material. He truly cared for and loved them as such in the more familial sense of the word than in the romantic sense.
Of course, with the developments to their figures along with their growth spurts, the younger Hinata women had undergone quite the metamorphosis, from having modest figures (as would be expected of young ladies in middle school) to obtaining curves, bosoms, and physiques that downright screamed and exuded sex appeal galore. Hell, a more openly perverted mind would declare that the bodies which all the Hinata women now possessed were akin to those of professional supermodels, with perhaps just a touch of both porn star and Olympian athlete mixed in there for good measure. After all, even the (formerly) most flat-chested of the young ladies now had breasts which were larger - in both cup size and overall mass - than Mutsumi or Kitsune had prior to these growth spurts. Literally every single woman now sported a pair of breasts that were probably F-cup or larger from what Keitaro could tell (not that he would have the gumption to straight up ask them “Hey, how big are your boobs anyway?”.
But back to Keitaro’s main dilemma, in this case pertaining to having a harem with so many women period.
‘Should I resist this?’ thought the young man. ‘I mean, I’m certainly flattered and beyond humble by the very idea of this whole thing, but is that fair to Naru? Is that fair to all the others? Would they really be okay with having to share a lover? Shouldn’t they all get the chance to have somebody all to themselves, rather than give up that kind of exclusivity? It just doesn’t sit well with me.’ Keitaro kept thinking things over as he passed down the hallways, occasionally catching a glimpse of one of Amalla’s many servants tending to the everyday maintenance-related chores throughout the dorms. While he would gladly offer to help if needed, he had been politely turned down time after time by each and every one of Amalla’s fellow Molmolian countrymen (and women). They were only too insistent to let Keitaro know that they had things under control and that he needn’t go out of his way to assist in any way whatsoever.
“Please, Mr. Urashima,” was the response from Amalla’s chief attendant (Malik), “as I’m sure our queen has already told you beforehand, you should simply take this time to relax and recover after that unfortunate incident in the marketplace. We can handle the chores and everyday tasks around here, so you need not so much as lift a finger to intervene, kind though it is of you to offer. So I’m going to beseech you, just take some ‘R&R’ as they say and think of this as an at-home vacation of sorts. I’m sure that would both please and alleviate those lovely ladies who reside here, knowing that their caretaker isn’t needlessly putting himself through anything strenuous.”
“Very well,” sighed Keitaro, “but if you DO need my help or have questions for me, please feel free to notify me, okay?”
“Duly noted, Mr. Urashima,” replied Malik with a smile. “Now please, I’m sure you have better things to do than converse with me over house chores and the like. Might I suggest an evening dip in the hot springs perhaps? Kaolla’s drones should be finishing up with the alterations to the baths pretty soon by this point, so you should be clear to enter by now.”
“Well, I suppose a brief dip wouldn’t be a bad thing,” replied Keitaro in quiet reflection.
“That’s the spirit!” chimed Malik. “Feel free to head on down there. I’m sure you’ll have someone to accompany you…should you need someone to wash your back or something to that effect.” The tone in the older gentleman’s voice essentially implied the idea of some female companionship between Keitaro and one or more of the lovely Hinata ladies.
After all, word had almost assuredly gotten out about the passionate four-way lovefest between Keitaro, Naru, Mutsumi, and Kanako by now. If anything, Amalla’s servants were basically dropping minor hints and suggestions that Keitaro do his part to embrace the harem plan which their queen was hellbent on seeing through. Whether this was out of simple loyalty to their monarch or because they honestly wanted the young man to embrace the delectable flowergarden of females laid before him, Keitaro wasn’t sure. But either way, the servants whom he had bumped into or conversed with were basically telling him through their hints and suggestions, “Come on, go ahead and just DO them all already! Make them all YOUR women!”
As Keitaro rounded a corner on his way to the hot springs, he ended up making contact with a wall of female flesh. Everything immediately went black as his whole face pressed hard into the firm abdomen he collided with (which was tempered with a fine layer of baby fat across the stomach to give it that perfect ratio of soft plumpness as well).
“Oh!” rang out a heavenly voice as a pair of large arms encircled around Keitaro’s head and upper torso, in order to keep him from falling back from such a collision.
“Keitaro, are you alright, honey?” said the voice as the woman in question held him firmly against her large frame, holding him with a passionate embrace akin to that of a lover.
Keitaro simply pulled his head back somewhat to get a better view of his surroundings, mustering up what strength he currently had as he pushed back somewhat against the large torso. As he gazed upwards, he was greeted by a particularly large pair of breasts, each one almost assuredly larger than his head by this point. The sight of such a huge bosom rendered Keitaro speechless. No matter how many times he looked at a pair of breasts, Keitaro couldn’t help but be entranced by them, especially if they were on the bigger end of the cup-size spectrum (which as mentioned earlier, literally all the Hinata women now had such magnificent breasts hanging on their enlarged frames).
Craning his head back to see the face past the colossal tits dangling over him, Keitaro could make out the face of Kitsune staring down at him with a touch of concern in her lovely features as she gazed at him.
“I…I’m fine, Kitsune,” replied Keitaro. “Just got a little startled, that’s all. No harm, no foul.”
“That’s…good to hear,” said Kitsune, who Keitaro couldn’t help but notice had both a blush on her cheeks and a sort of stammering or stuttering tone in her voice, as if she were some delicate and super shy schoolgirl. The sight of such a thing gave Keitaro pause, given that he normally would expect that kind of behavior from someone like Shinobu, not the residential ‘party girl’ that Kitsune was known to be.
“Say umm…Keitaro?” asked Kitsune.
“Yes?” the young man asked in turn.
“Can I…can I have a word with you? In private, by chance?”
“Uhh…sure, any place you have in mind?”
“My room, preferably,” answered Kitsune as she loosened her grip on the dorm manager somewhat. “There’s somethin’ I wanna show ya…well, more accurately, it’s somethin’ I wanna give to ya.”
‘She wants to give me something?’ thought Keitaro in genuine curiosity. ‘I wonder what it could be exactly. Some kind of gift?’
Before he could get another word in edgewise, Keitaro was cut off from his thoughts when he heard the footfalls of another woman…or more accurately, the footfalls of TWO women. A moment later, he saw both Naru and Mutsumi sauntering their way towards Kitsune, who still held Keitaro against her body all the while.
“There you are, Ki-chan,” said Naru. “I was wondering where you ran off to.” She then turned her head to the side and noticed Keitaro in the embrace of her friend, with his cheek gently pressed against Kitsune’s stomach as her breasts shadowed his head and her arms were wrapped endearingly around his shoulders and upper torso. Whereas the Naru of old would start huffing and turning red in the face with anger, in this case Naru simply cracked a warm smile as she gazed at the fox-eyed woman effectively caressing the love of her life. That same smile was mirrored in turn by Mutsumi as she looked on as well.
“N-Naru,” said a somewhat flustered Keitaro. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear!” The young man did his best to push against Kitsune and untangle himself from her arms, hoping that the sight of him in her embrace wouldn’t get Naru fuming mad and ready to clock him right there and then.
In response, Naru simply made her way over closer to Keitaro as she hunched down, bending both her hips and knees as she brought her face closer to Keitaro. Once her face was less than an inch away from his, Naru cupped the side of his head in one of her large hands, leaned in, and French kissed him rather passionately, moaning gently as she did so.
After a good thirty seconds or so of kissing, Naru pulled back and with a distinctly calm look in her eyes spoke to Keitaro.
“I should most certainly hope that it IS what it looks like, Darling.” Naru spoke with an amused tone in her voice not so different from how Amalla would speak. “And if it really isn’t what it looks like, then we’re going to have to remedy that at once. Wouldn’t you agree, Mu-chan?” Naru looked over her shoulder to her fellow Okinawan sister-wife-in-the-making.
“Absolutely, Na-chan,” replied Mutsumi with her own heartwarming matronly grin. “After all, it’s for Ki-chan’s own good as well as for the good of our family, so best to ‘strike while the iron is hot’ as they say.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” asked a slightly bewildered Keitaro.
“I wager that Kitsune was going to take you somewhere private, most likely her bedroom. Would I be correct in that assessment?” inquired Naru. Keitaro was simply too embarrassed to answer, and Kitsune even moreso, given how she hung her head trying to get her bangs to cover her eyes and hide her blush the best she could.
“Well, in any case, Ki-chan needs to address something with you, Kei-kun,” Naru continued. “So let’s not waste time dilly-dallying here in the hallways, shall we? Give me a hand, would you, Mu-chan?”
“Of course, Na-chan,” Mutsumi replied whole-heartedly.
A moment later, Kitsune was gently nudged to her bedroom (which also happened to be Mutsumi’s bedroom to boot). Naru, Mutsumi, and Keitaro followed suit afterwards (with all of the women having to duck substantially to clear the doorframe as they passed through). Keitaro had a nagging feeling that the women actually looked a bit taller compared to the last time he saw them, given how much closer to the ceiling they all appeared to be as they stood upright. He could have sworn that Kitsune actually appeared to be AS tall as the ceiling, with Naru and Mutsumi only a few inches below her.
“Well, Ki-chan,” began Naru, “it’s time to ‘break the ice’ between yourself and Kei-kun. I take it that the ‘special something’ you have is tucked away in here, right?”
Kitsune simply nodded her head in response, still struggling to maintain eye contact all the while. Earlier, the women got together and had a little heart-to-heart among themselves, in which Kitsune ended up divulging a special gift she had acquired very recently…a gift which she wanted to give to Keitaro for more than one reason.
“Go on, Ki-chan,” added Mutsumi with that sweet, motherly aura of hers.
‘Now or never, I suppose,’ thought Kitsune as she sighed and mustered up a little courage. Making her way over to her bed (which she noted looked comically small to her by this point, probably at risk of breaking if she tried to sleep on it much longer), Kitsune reached under the bedframe and pulled out a duffle bag. She briefly zipped it open to make sure something was inside it. Sighing in relief, she zipped it closed once again and then turned to face Keitaro.
“Keitaro,” said Kitsune with little more than a whisper.
“Yes?” the young man replied.
“I…I want ya to have this,” Kitsune gently placed the duffle bag before the young man, gingerly laying it down as if the bag (or the contents within) was made of fine glass and in fear of shattering it. The bag gently plopped right in front of Keitaro’s feet, and the young man looked down at it for a few seconds before tilting his head back up to look at Kitsune, craning his neck as he did so.
It was at that moment that Keitaro noticed that Kitsune had opened her eyes, which gave him a view of her lovely brown irises as she looked down upon him, her eyes trembling somewhat as if she were not far off from crying. While her visage looked quite beautiful, Keitaro was stymied as to why she looked like she was on the verge of breaking down into tears.
“What’s…inside it exactly?” Keitaro asked.
“Somethin’ that I want ya to have,” Kitsune answered, apparently wanting it to be a surprise. Deciding to play along, Keitaro simply bent down onto one knee and pulled back the zipper to look inside.
And upon looking inside, Keitaro’s eyes widened and his breath seized within his throat.
Within the duffle bag were several bundles of cash. There had to be well over a dozen of them…scratch that, at least two dozen of them. Slowly reaching in, he pulled out one of the bundles and slowly ran his thumb through it to examine the paper currency, wondering what kind of denomination the bills were in.
The first bundle was a brick of 1000-yen-bills. At that moment, Keitaro thought he was going to have a heart attack from the shock alone. He then reached for another bundle, curious as to what denomination it would be.
The next bundle was all 2000-yen bills. Keitaro’s eyes widened and his heartbeat kicked up a bit.
As he sifted through the bag, he saw bundles ranging from 1000-yen banknotes all the way up to 10,000-yen banknotes. While Keitaro didn’t consider himself a math whiz, he figured that if he were to make a serious guess as to how much money he was looking at, there must have been a few million yen at the low end. If he were to go through with counting it all, it was quite possible that it would be something in the category of TENS of millions of yen.
For a few seconds, Keitaro simply stared at the bundles of cash he saw before him, breathing deeply as he took in the view of all that money. He then slowly lifted his head up to look at Kitsune once more, still seeing her eyes open before him, still trembling in anticipation all the while.
“K-Kitsune,” said Keitaro in a somewhat shaky voice, “how much money is here, exactly?”
“A hundred fifteen million yen,” Kitsune answered in her own trembling voice.
Keitaro immediately went wide-eyed as his breathing seized up and he nearly fell backwards in shock. He would have fallen back and hit his head hard on the floor…if not for Kitsune instinctively reaching out and securing him in her embrace, pressing his head against her generous bosom in the process. Naru and Mutsumi would have done the same, but Kitsune (being closer) beat them to the punch.
“Kei-kun!” declared Kitsune in concern, “Are you alright?”
“Uh-um…yeah, I’m fine,” the young man answered. “J-just startled at what I heard, that’s all. This doesn’t feel real, as if I’m in some kind of dream state.”
For a few seconds, Kitsune simply sat there holding the love of her life in her arms, at peace to feel his small form in her embrace and pressed up against her. In that moment, she was torn between breaking down and apologizing to Keitaro and confessing her feelings to the young man and peppering him with kisses. Deciding that either would be a bit much to lay on him so suddenly, she simply opted to sit there and be content to have him secured in her arms.
“So um…” Keitaro began once more, “you wanted to give me some of this money, is that it?”
“Not SOME of it Keitaro,” replied Kitsune, “ALL of it. Every. Single. Yen.”
“B-but why?” asked an incredulous Keitaro. “This is YOUR money…at least, I assume it’s money you came into legally, or at least I hope so anyway. Please tell me you’re not involved in organized crime or something like that.” Kitsune merely chuckled in response, which caused her breasts to bounce lightly in response (making Keitaro further flustered in the process).
“No, sugar,” she replied, “nothing like that at all, I swear. Believe it or not, my luck is finally in. I ended up havin’ a jackpot-winning lottery ticket that I forgot all about, and it turned out that I never cashed it in up til now. And now…I want you ta have this money, okay?”
“B-but why?” asked Keitaro once again. “I mean, why do you want me to have literally all of this money? A few thousand yen would be enough. Hell, a million would be MORE than enough. So why the need to drop this kind of money into my lap? I just don’t understand your reasoning.”
Kitsune simply sat there in silence, pondering how to respond to the young man with her choice of words. She briefly lifted her head back up to look at both Naru and Mutsumi, curious as to what they would suggest. For their part, the two of them simply stared at Kitsune with knowing smiles on their faces, as if to basically say, “Go ahead, girl. Confess already!”
Tilting her head back down, Kitsune gazed at Keitaro, took a deep breath, then spoke.
“Keitaro,” she began, “the thing is…I want ya to have this money for two reasons, honey.” Keitaro simply sat there in curious silence, basically implying for Kitsune to continue.
“The first reason is…that I owe ya a big apology…”
“For what?”
“For all them times I swindled money outta ya…all them times I avoided payin’ my rent or asked for an extension way past the due date…or all them times I asked you for money and never paid ya back…all of them times…all them times I acted like such a huckster or swindler and used my body to con ya outta money you were owed as dorm manager…I’m…I’m so SO sorry for bein’ like that and trickin’ ya week after week, month after month for so long. I know I owe ya a very pretty penny for all them times, so I wanna make it up to ya with this money…as a way of sayin’ I’m truly sorry for all them times back then.” Tears started to form in the corner of Kitsune’s eyes as she spoke, with both her voice and lower lip trembling as she continued to talk.
“But, Kitsune,” replied Keitaro, “even factoring all those times together, the amount of money we’re talking about…it’s probably no more than a few thousand yen.” In truth, it was more likely in the tens of thousands, perhaps even over a hundred thousand yen or so, from what little record keeping Keitaro managed in terms of checking off rental dues from his tenants. But deciding not to pile on and emotionally traumatize Kitsune any further, Keitaro left out that little detail.
“That ain’t the point,” countered Kitsune. “What’s important is that I conned and tricked ya for so long and ya never ONCE reprimanded me for it, even though I was completely in the wrong about it. Chances are that if it was anybody else, I’d have been thrown out on my ass a long time ago…but you…you’re just so damn sweet and kind and forgivin’ and…and I just…I just…” The tears kept coming, even stronger by this point.
“Please don’t cry, Kitsune,” asked Keitaro in that naturally endearing, “Mr. Nice Guy” tone of voice he conveyed, which ended up having the opposite effect, given how the 9-foot-tall fox-eyed amazon was brought to further tears and ended up increasing her hold on Keitaro, pressing him further into her massive mammaries as she quietly weeped.
“Why are you so kind?” she asked at little more than a whisper, her body trembling with guilt as she held him against her.
“Go on, Ki-chan,” said Mutsumi, trying to encourage her roommate to continue. “Tell Kei-kun the other reason.”
After calming herself down enough so that the tears stopped flowing and her breathing settled, Kitsune pulled back somewhat so that she could make contact with Keitaro once more.
“The other reason, aside from payin’ back all that money I owed ya in the past,” Kitsune resumed, “is that I…that I…” Apparently, getting the other reason out was even more difficult than the first reason, given how much Kitsune was choking up trying to get the words out.
“Kitsune,” said Keitaro, “I promise that I’m not going to get mad or upset with you, so please, just calm down and tell me what the other reason is, oka-mmph!”
Keitaro found himself being silenced as Kitsune leaned her head down and captured his lips within hers, filling his mouth with her tongue as she shut her trembling eyes and inhaled deeply, letting out all of that romantic angst and passion that had been building up within her for so long. Of course, her embrace and French-kissing session resulted in Keitaro being smooshed hard up against her breasts in the process, with Kitsune’s absurdly huge chest pressing hard against Keitaro’s torso, giving the young man the sensation of soft titflesh all up against his upper torso and driving his own libido through the roof in the process.
While this was going on, Naru and Mutsumi simply stood there in silence, smiling at the sight before them and obviously pleased that Kitsune had finally crossed the threshold and effectively poured her heart out to Keitaro.
After a good sixty seconds or so, Kitsune finally came up for air, even though she could have simply inhaled through her nostrils to keep the smoochfest going. By this point, her libido had gone through the roof and was making its way into the proverbial clouds, given that her emotional dam had effectively burst. She briefly considered descending on the young man once more for another deep kiss, but decided not to overwhelm him with too much stimulation. If she ended up doing so, she might inadvertently go too far and end up tearing off both Keitaro’s clothes as well as her own and ride him (or have HIM ride HER, more accurately) right there on the spot in front of both Naru and Mutsumi.
“Does that [pant] answer [pant] your question [pant] Kei-kun?” said a blushing Kitsune.
“I didn’t actually ask a question, Kitsune, but I think I got an answer all the same,” Keitaro responded. “I just…I don’t quite get why.”
“Because you’re you, you silly little goofball,” Kitsune countered. “I love you. I’m IN love with you, and I think I have been for some time now. I can’t say exactly HOW long, but at the very least it’s been for several weeks if not months. I just could never bring myself to tell you that, given that you and Naru were an item by then. I’m sure that if you and Naru never ended up hookin’ up that I might have taken a chance and see how things ended up between us.” Kitsune paused to get her thoughts together before resuming.
“In any case, I wanted to give ya this money as a way of makin’ it up to ya for all them times I weaseled my way outta payin’ ya my dues as well as showin’ ya that…that I care about ya…as a lover, ya know? And while I know that you, Naru, Mutsumi, and Kanako got…intimate, an’ all that, if you…if you’re willin’ to…” By this point, Kitsune was forming another strong blush. She was clearly struggling to get the words out when it came to conveying her feelings.
“I think what Ki-chan here is trying to say, Sweetie,” interjected Naru, “is that she wants to officially become part of our family, and before you raise any objections or concerns, know that Mu-chan, Kana-chan, and I not only are okay with it, but that we won’t accept anything OTHER than her becoming part of our family.” Mutsumi simply nodded in agreement alongside Naru.
“You’re honestly okay with this arrangement?” asked a skeptical Keitaro. He figured that it was one thing for him to be in a multi-party relationship with three other women, but to now add another woman less than twenty-four hours later?
“Keitaro,” sighed Naru, “I DO believe I told you that night that EVERYONE’S happiness is a top priority, did I not? And last I checked, that entails all thirteen of us ladies, including Ki-chan here. So having said that, I consider it your duty to do your part and return my friend’s love for you, understand?”
Keitaro simply turned to Mutsumi to see if she was in full agreement. The smile on her face and the nod she gave essentially told him that Naru spoke for both of them on this matter.
‘Great googly-moogly,’ thought Keitaro, ‘they’re really serious about this. They’ve become just like Kaolla and Amalla on this…and they’re not taking no for an answer.’
Turning back to Kitsune, Keitaro simply sighed in exasperation mixed with acquiescence, then looked up into Kitsune’s eyes.
“Kitsune, I’m beyond touched that you’d be willing to give me this bundle of money. It’ll certainly help out with utility payments here for QUITE some time, that much I can guarantee you. Hell, with this amount of cash, you could almost assuredly retire from work right now, assuming a modest lifestyle with no crazy amounts of spending. I still can’t help but feel that YOU should be the one to have this money, given that you won it fair-and-square…”
“Out of the question, Kei-kun,” Kitsune interjected. “This money is YOURS and YOURS ALONE. I don’t want a single yen from this money. I want YOU to have it, both to show ya that I’m sorry for the past and because I want to prove to ya that I care about ya, understand? And before you say anything, I want you to know that I’m okay with the harem, plain and simple. I love Naru like a sister; the same goes for Mutsumi. Hell, I care for EVERYONE here at Hinata like family…and now with this whole ‘harem plan’ deal that Kaolla and her sis got goin’ on…the way I see it, I can…I can BE with you, if you’ll have me, of course.”
“Kitsune,” said Keitaro, “don’t get me wrong. To start, you’re smokin’ hot. Any red-blooded, heterosexual man with a working brain can see that. You’re also one hell of a party girl with a playful streak a mile wide. But you’re also the “big sister” that people here can rely on when they need a shoulder to cry on or for someone to talk to. I’m sure that Naru can attest to that last part. While you might come off as a little mischievous at times, I certainly don’t consider you to be a bad person, not in the slightest. And yeah…I’ll confess that in past engagements that I did wonder what it would be like if we ended up dating…how things might have worked out between us if things with Naru went belly-up. I guess what I’m trying to say is…if you REALLY want to be with me, I’d be willing to give it a try.”
Kitsune simply responded by snatching up Keitaro in her arms once more and French kissing the hell out of the poor fella (or perhaps lucky fella?). What he had just told her was effectively the “green light” for her to proceed with loving him and showering him with affection. Things quickly transitioned from a rather passionate kissing session to bouts of fondling and caressing, with Kitsune guiding Keitaro’s hands to her bosom (having pulled off her top and letting her bountiful bosom protrude free and open for all to see), and directing him to both work her freshly-hardened nipples and run his hands all over the gargantuan mounds in all their massive splendor. It was pretty clear that Kitsune didn’t need to say the words “I love you” at this point; her actions conveyed the sentiment and then some.
“Now now, Ki-chan,” Naru gently chided her friend, “while I’m ecstatic that you’ve finally taken the leap and become part of our family, let’s not jump the gun too soon, okay? Save the intimacy for tonight, alright? For we should focus on bringing others into the fold as quickly as possible, and Mu-chan and I have an idea on who else should be roped in tonight for some quality time with Kei-kun. Isn’t that right, Mu-chan?”
“Right you are, Na-chan,” grinned Mutsumi. “Don’t worry, Ki-chan. You’ll most certainly get to continue later tonight after our time in the hot springs, so just hold off for a little bit until then, okay?”
Kitsune simply pouted in response, given how hungry she was for lovemaking with Keitaro at that moment. Still, the reasoning part of her brain won out (but only just), and relented in taking the makeout session into more adult-rated territory. Finishing up with one more deep kiss on Keitaro’s mouth, Kitsune then grabbed her top and fastened it back on once more before standing upright in her 9-foot-glory, with her head gently pressing against the ceiling as she did. The sight of this gave Keitaro pause as he scanned the room to look at all three large women.
“Um…ladies?” he asked.
“Yes Kei-kun/Sweetie/Darling?” replied Mustumi/Naru/Kitsune in response as they longingly gazed far down at him past their large bosoms.
“Have you all gotten…bigger, by chance?” asked the dorm manager. The three girls simply chuckled in response, gently giggling as if they were giddy schoolgirls. The looks on their faces effectively said “Why yes, Keitaro, indeed we have.”
“I had a sneaking suspicion about that,” Keitaro quietly muttered.
“That’s not a problem, is it, Keitaro?” asked Naru as she bent forward, letting her own large chest dangle enticingly before Keitaro like perfectly ripened watermelons.
“If I’m being honest, no not really,” answered Keitaro. “If anything…”
“Yes?” asked all three women simultaneously, curious as to what he was going to say.
“It’s rather embarrassing, but I can’t help but be…kinda turned on by it in a way,” explained a blushing Keitaro.
He was rewarded for his confession by a threeway smoochfest from all three women, with each of them holding the young man firmly against their bodies and occasionally guiding one of his hands onto their bosoms, given how much they got turned on and stimulated at his very touch. This went on for a solid five minutes, though surprisingly didn’t go any further than that. Apparently, Naru and the others were serious about saving the intercourse for later in the evening.
“Well now, what say we make for the hot springs then?” asked Naru to the others. “I have a feeling that everyone else should be congregating and making their way to them pretty soon.”
“Sounds good ta me,” grinned Kitsune.
“Lead the way, Na-chan,” chimed Mutsumi.
And with that, Keitaro found himself being carried “bridal style” in Kitsune’s arms as the three women ducked their way out of her bedroom and towards the hot springs. As they made their way through the hallways (still thankful that they so far weren’t too tall to stand straight indoors), Kitsune was slightly miffed that she had to cut her love session short, given the roaring inferno that was raging within both her heart and her nether-regions. Though she was content for the time being to simply have the man she loved in her embrace as her footfalls thudded across the floorboards alongside her fellow sister-wives, eagerly anticipating the passionate intimacy that the night would bring once their time in the hot springs was concluded.