Charles Patricius

The conveniences were really lining up for Nao today, much to the contrary of his life before now. He'd been left wet and sticky for only a minute or so before ascending to Nara Rita's apartment over the store, where he'd presumably be able to make himself suitable for work. How she found fun in this situation, he didn't know... but he couldn't dare question it. While Rita collected towels and prepared the washroom, Nao struggled to take off that sticky shirt ─ underneath which was a toned build with under five percent body fat, though no serious bulkage in terms of muscle mass. He supposed that shirt was nothing to worry about since he'd be needing a uniform of some sort anyway, but the pants situation he was in definitely needed repair. According to Rita, he could have the first round of showering. Though he wanted to be polite... "As much as I'd like to say you go ahead... honestly, I need to hold my head under running water for a thousand reasons right now. Shitsureishimasu," he said, bowing on his way into the washroom to finish stripping and drop clothes into the washer. Some minutes later, he was emerging from a hot shower and grabbing the first of two towels to dry himself, head first. Only while drying his dripping hair did he notice a second towel hanging nearby. 'Is that for me? Probably for my dignity,' he thought. After drying off well enough, Nao dropped that used towel into the washer as well, taking the other to wrap it around his waist. With that done, he emerged with a cloud of steam. "Whew! That shower's great! Arigatou gozaimasu!" he exclaimed first. "I left the washer open for yours. I'm fine with mine going through whatever settings you use."

All the while, Shota was accompanying Mitsuki out of the convention venue and down the street. She didn't seem very keen on ruining a hotel room just because it was free. Shota gave no verbal response, but there was a wide smile on his face. That sort of claim was just fuel for him. If she didn't want to ruin things, he'd just have to screw her into a change of opinion in the heat of a moment. Surely she wouldn't have a care in the world about destruction while he was balls-deep inside her. "We're gonna have fun," was all he said while they traveled the street. Inside the hotel and up to the fifth floor, Shota noted the amount of passersby there were. Naturally, it was the perfect opportunity to 'conveniently' bump his crotch into Mitsuki's rear quite a few times along the way.

Apparently Nao would have tried for politeness but he was quite sticky and wanted to run his head under the water. "Hai hai, it's fine. I'm hosting and not too uncomfortable... take your time~" Rita mentioned, though it could be noted that her eyes lingered upon his exposed torso for a few seconds too long. 'I really was settling, huh?' she gave herself a headshake for her bad decision making but smirked just the same. And while Nao showered, she cut a piece of cake for him and left it along with some water and juice on the table whichever he'd want. She had a bottle of water and went to her bedroom. She found her next set of attire and pondered over the number of men she'd spoken to in the last 24 hours. Though she was no longer bothered by her failed marriage, she couldn't help but wonder how much easier her life would have been if she'd not tied herself to such an individual. She was having a good time, interacting more with her old friends and even catching up with family and the like. She was gaining new employees and finally starting to see things as fun again... it was quite disturbing how much better her life was, the moment she decided to let go of her attachment. By the time Nao emerged with a head of steam behind him, Rita could only be pleased by his attitude. "Glad you could enjoy your shower. I left a piece of cake and some drinks on the table for you... I'll start the wash while I'm in..." she said while sliding past him and into that room. Her clothes had no special requirements and most in modern times didn't. When he left she'd be stripping out of her leggings, sweater, bra and panties and dropping in a wash pod before staring it on a short cycle, just enough to actually clean it. While she had a shower of her own. It never even occurred to her that there was a towel in the washer already and that he had on a dry one around his waist. No... she'd instead simply be turning on the shower to enjoy a hot one herself.

While showers were being enjoyed one way, a girl was leading a guy up to her hotel room. There was something like a nagging feeling in her mind, but she was mostly ignoring it for the sake of being horny. Even his response to her lack of desire to destroy a hotel room was something which only garnered a passing mention of fun. Perhaps if she'd been more used to this kind of approach she would have found that to be a telling sign, but by the time she thought about it more, she was already being bumped into repeatedly by his crotch. A stiff member which let her know that picture wasn't in fact some trick of the angling and lighting. "Yeah, I suppose it will be fun," she mentioned as she slid the keycard into her door and stood to the side to take of her shoes. And rid herself of her main camera and a few other incidental objects she'd kept on her person. "Come on in..." she mentioned even while having the feeling he didn't need the extra invitation at all.

When Nao exited the shower, he was greeted by an offer of cake... actual, edible cake, not to be confused with the multi-layered thing she carried behind her. "Oh, right. You didn't have to. Arigatou; I'll enjoy it!" he said, bowing lightly once more. Rita slid by him, and he shuffled by simultaneously to clear the washroom. Much care was taken to avoid contact, and it seemed to go quite well this time. Much to Nao's surprise, he was actually able to move on and find that slice of cake with, oddly, two drink options next to it. Something was amiss, though. What was it? Nao couldn't even reach the conclusion that Rita brought nothing to the washroom with her, and that lack of thought would be one factor in his eventual undoing. For now though, the towel-clad young man was sitting to take the first bite of a cake far moister than anything left waiting should have been. Was his new boss the type of person to order professionally-crafted confections? Surely she had to be, he thought.

Meanwhile, Shota was already having himself an excellent time just by bumping into Mitsuki in the hotel's hallway. She seemed to be excited enough as he saw things ─ especially as she didn't even have a word of refute to offer for his antics. With that, he wouldn't bother stopping. Shota even held himself against her rear at the door, conspicuously grinding against her before it fully opened. When she permitted him entry, he had something cheeky to say while sliding in, not once breaking contact between their bodies. "Already? That's something you should wait to say later, Chigucchi♥~" he flirted. Without any additional hesitation, Shota began tugging at the bottom of his shirt to lift it overhead. It seemed he didn't plan on wasting much time. "So, what's the deal? Bed, bathroom... or right here because you can't bear the wait?"

Rita left a piece of cake for Nao to enjoy and she had a shower herself, starting the wash cycle before having some enjoyment of a hot shower. Once she was all clean she turned off the water and reached for a towel. Only to discover there wasn't one on the rack. A few moments of extra thought would ensue. 'Did he take both towels? Well there was a towel in the washing machine. I didn't think about that, but if he's comfortable protecting his own dignity I am fine with that. Unfortunately towels are in the linen closet which is well within the line of sight of everything else on the way to the bedroom.' In a predicament she found herself after a long shower. "Ano...Aihara-kun, I hate to be a bother but I seem to have miscalculated, could I get you to bring me a towel?" Linen closet right before the bedroom?" she asked of him managing only barely not to think anything of it. For her such a moment was just a minor miscalculation on her part, and she was pleased he'd protected his own dignity. It'd been a while since she dealt with someone more normal, so she would blame a mental experience for the lack of extra towels.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki found herself entering her room with a man pressed firmly against her backside. That part seemed about normal for how close he was, and reminded her of a new incoming experience. Whatever the case, he decided to take her invitation inside in an exceedingly dirty fashion. Even though she knew she'd invited him up to her room, something about that one made her blush and squirm a little. "I didn't mean it like that, Kakihara-kun..." she managed. Once the door was closed though it seemed the lad lost all sense of propriety. Gone was his shirt within seconds and while his body wasn't out of shape it wasn't the sort of amazing she'd expect from a fitness model or anything. She'd seen a lot of nice bodies and his made the list, just not at the absolute top. "I've been out all day so I was going to have a shower first," she managed almost sheepishly. Crazy was it for someone to say something like that so quickly, but still she couldn't quite fault him for being eager either. "I assume you want to join me..." she added, figuring his gung-ho attitude wasn't going to be something that stopped irrespective of anything else. Better to be a bit bolder in a moment like this, she assumed, rather than let him completely run the show. Assuming that she'd be tossing her phone on the bed as she went for the shower attached to her suite figuring Shota would be in close proximity all the way.

Since he had to await both the washing and drying of his clothes before descending from the apartment, Nao decided to take his time and thoroughly enjoy the cake slice in front of him. He sliced and bit carefully, he chewed carefully, and he let each small piece dance across a salivating tongue to fully appreciate all it was worth. After a few minutes, Nao was sliding his fork along the plate to collect any and all fallen crumbs for consumption. Still, he finished in time to be most of the way through the glass of juice when... the curse struck again. No, that wasn't entirely to blame here. Rita asked for a towel, and Nao immediately thought back to the moment he noticed the second one. Was that actually meant for her? He'd made a grave mistake. In that moment, he realized what was missing: Nara Rita really didn't take anything but herself and those drenched clothes into the washroom. Hadn't he seen enough of her after that wetting? Apparently not. "H... hai!" he shouted. Well, it wasn't like he could refuse. He got up, heading to the mentioned linen closet to retrieve a towel. Once he had it, Nao returned to the washroom door and stood there in silent contemplation for a moment. He obviously couldn't expect her to walk all the way to the door. If she were expected to do something dangerous like that, she could have gone to get her own towel. He had to go in, didn't he? Of course he did. "... Shitsureishimasu!" he said while knocking. Nao would wait three seconds thereafter before opening the door. His eyes were closed, his left hand holding an extended towel for Rita while his right held his own towel firm to his waist. In that way, he scooted slowly across the wet floor, trying to avoid any offense. "Don't worry; I'm not looking! Am I close enough?" he asked while just barely out of reach.

Mitsuki didn't mean her invitation the same way Shota did during his response. Even so, the look on her face during that announcement triggered his prey drive. "You're still blushing. Sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?" he responded. As for Mitsuki's desired starting point, she spoke something to the contrary of deviance. What she wanted was a shower after being out and about the entire morning. That was quite understandable, but Shota's joking way of guiding the topic would naturally rear its head again. "A shower huh? If you can't decide inside or out, we could just do both♥~" he said, clearly only half in jest. With the assumption that he wanted to join, he could undoubtedly say she was right... though his reasons may have differed a bit. "Oh, good idea! How about we see how good a model you can be in there? From what I saw earlier, you're really good at sexy poses. Can't blame me if I can't resist a photo op♥~" he said. With that, Shota would immediately be following toward the bathroom, keeping his phone at the ready all the way.

Nao was allowed to fully enjoy that piece of cake while Rita enjoyed a shower. And both were blissfully unaware of their combined stupidity until the moment arose. where Rita would need a towel. Oh well, at least there had been cake. Still, there was something rather sweet about the lad, who came to help even though he thought it might go badly for him. It must have taken quite a bit to work up the courage to make this attempt and to grab the towel and actually open the door. Rita herself stood in the shower, lightly air drying and waiting patiently. Oddly enough, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of oddity would be occurring around a scene like this. Perhaps she was a bit of a masochist or maybe a bit of an excuse to be deviant was all she ever needed. "Hai, arigatou..." she said when he knocked on the door. What was more, he was apparently living with his eyes closed so as not to peek. "A bit of a peek isn't so big a deal in this case, don't hurt yourself..." she explained. Still, she looked out and then reached for the towel, surely it wasn't so far away... Ah, but Rita wasn't exactly the tallest person, it was just outside of her reach. And as she leaned out a bit more, accidentally stepping on a bit of the shower curtain. Her foot would end up slipping and though the lad had a hand on his towel she'd be tumbling out from behind the curtain and landing her wet, naked body very much on top of him. "Hehahaha~ I really never know what's about to happen, sorry about that," she mused. Her own nudity came with the revelation of the giant black rose tattoo with the vines that extended down the full length of her left leg.

Mitsuki had her blush brought forward as a point, she must have thought his words were a good idea. Well, maybe, she'd mentioned that it wasn't her intention because such a thought never crossed her mind, "I am not sure yet... blushing is normal when people say embarrassing things!" she bit back. Normal bodily reactions weren't to be questioned. How he managed to say all the things he did without feeling at least a little ashamed was something she simply didn't understand currently. Meanwhile, Shota's words were indeed cause for embarrassment, second hand thought it might have been. Mitsuki began her trot towards the bathroom and turned the water on allowing it to heat up before she'd hop in. Before she started getting naked, there was something to discuss. The pictures Shota wanted were a bit tenuous in nature, there were assurances needed before comfort could be found in such a way. "Those pictures, you want like lewds and nudes right... they are only for you right? I don't have to worry about them popping up somewhere random?" she asked earnestly. A moment of trust was being established here and giivng him mutliple lewd pictures of her would be dangerous for her reputation. She had a career whether Shota understood that or not.

Nao was sure Rita didn't mind him catching a glimpse of something at this point; she was far too comfortable with herself and the situations around him for that. Still, he thought it was best to remain respectful; consent was important. As said consent wasn't explicitly offered even with her statement, Nao's eyes remained firmly shut. "No worries. I'll be fine... probably," he protested whilst offering the towel. Little did Nao realize, he wasn't close enough for Rita to reach that towel comfortably. As such, she was required to reach out a little more than necessary. Had he been able to see, it wouldn't have even come as a surprise for Nao to see her step on the shower curtain and slip forward. Instead, he was alerted only by the sudden impact of Rita's body for the second time today. Ah, but this time was different. This time was wet, fleshy and not affected by his own movements. Nao's eyes opened as his body flailed, but what all would he see? Well, two massive flesh covered most of his line of sight. In his periphery however, the surroundings were shifting rapidly. Ah... he was falling onto his back again. Go figure; Nao's fate was to be pinned under his new boss's naked body this time, and he couldn't even hold his towel in place as it happened. A screech, a thump ─ those were the only noises that came from Nao as he took the third or fourth fall this day. As for why there were no sounds afterwards, well... there were, but they were all incoherent babblings as swirling eyes fixated on the hypnotic, bare bosom of Nara Rita. There was a reason he avoided looking before.

When Shota followed Mitsuki to the bathroom, he did so with every intention of adding to his trophy collection. In fact, he was already loading his phone's camera app while Mitsuki was starting the shower. She hadn't even started removing articles yet, but he was already snapping pictures behind her. As for her questions, he thought the answers were quite easy to give. "Chigucchi, you should have a little more faith in a guy you just invited inside your room and body. I like to keep a personal collection. You're gonna be my trophy♥~" he declared.

Nao, was a good young man. Rita knew herself to only be a bit older than the lad, given his job application but still he had some rather stringent views of propriety. She knew that by what he said about his most recent job. He even claimed he'd probably be fine when she pointed out his closed eyes. What was more when she went tumbling out of the shower as per the oddity of reaching farther than her arms wanted to she found herself not falling onto the floor but against the firmness of his body. What was more, his face seemed to be covered by her flesh and thus he wasn't really capable of speaking. Given what he said normally happened when anyone tried to properly separate she only sat up a bit pushing her breasts off his face so he could breathe but finding herself oddly aligned for mounting if such a thing wanted to happen. "Never a dull moment with you, Aihara-kun~" Rita mentioned as if laughing off the situation. And mostly she was, but with the proximity of their loins she found herself casually straddling the young man but not invoking penetration just yet. "You can actually look at me. I'm fine with it but... Are you okay?" she asked of the lad wondering if he was ever actually okay given the trajectory of his life.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki hadn't even started to get undressed yet and already Shota was preparing to take pictures. She at least took a moment to consider what could happen and didn't just allow herself to be photographed nude without confirming the purpose of these pictures. His comment about it seemed to lead to the conclusion that she should have more faith in someone she'd already invited into her space and herself. "I mean you can say that, and I did invite you in but that doesn't mean we're on the same page..." she clarified and given how pushy this lad had been it was good to establish what she thought was appropriate. "Still, if it's for a personal collection, I don't mind..." she finished with a certain emphasis on personal. That was indeed how she felt. If his words were to be believed he was keeping these photos as a prize for himself, and she didn't have to worry about her nudes ending up somewhere they shouldn't. So with that and a blushing face the girl started to remove pieces of clothing and accessories. The little choker from around her thigh would be going first as she bent over to slide it down her long legs. Next would be the skirt she wore falling around her ankles and then finally the top she'd worn a would come undone, slipping over her head to reveal the matching white lace bra that went along with those short style panites. As such the undressing would continue as she unclipped her bra and then began sliding panties down her hips for those pictures she knew the lad wanted. All of this as a prerequisite to getting into the shower tha she definitely wanted to take.

Nao didn't need to speak. He didn't need to breathe, nor did he need to see anything but the warm, soft clouds obstructing his view of a cold, hard world beyond. In a singular accident, Aihara Nao discovered the meaning of peace. Maybe it was in part due to the newfound lack of concern for a cruel outcome to the situation at hand, or maybe Nara Rita had the most enlightening pair of breasts he'd ever accidentally collided with. Given his history, the former and latter presumptions were equally possible. Between the smothering and the fact that Rita was undoubtedly sitting atop his groin, a series of stiffening throbs was all but inevitable ─ even as Nao found freedom to breathe and speak. Of course, he also had the freedom to shift his gaze, but it was far too late for a stupid decision like that. "... Huh?" was Nao's initial utterance after his wellbeing was questioned. Surely she didn't expect him to think under the current circumstances. Blood that should have been pumping toward the young man's brain was rushing en masse in the opposite direction already ─ even if some still managed to fill his face. "Uh... yeah. Had worse falls," he said. If he were being more honest though, Nao would probably say there had never been a better fall.

Mitsuki just wanted to ensure she and Shota were on the same page. Ah yes, he wanted the exact same thing! Alas, her page and his were in very different types of books. What Shota wanted was to share a page that belonged only in the raunchiest of pornography, where the following page would involve his glorious revenge against the likes of Hiruko, and moreover his great conquest of an enlightened Sakura. "We're on the same page. Or at least we're getting there♥~" he replied. A great plan was forming in Kakihara Shota's mind. They'd all learn of his capacity to subdue women under his sexual desires; they'd all learn about the one called the Bitch Breaker! For starters, he'd be snapping quite a few pictures of the stripping Mitsuki, starting with her bend to remove that garter and ending... Well, it didn't end. He captured every stage of undressing from a few angles. Even when Mitsuki stepped into the shower, he would still be standing just outside of it with that camera still clicking. "Not bad, Chigucchi! Let's get an even better show, yeah? I know you've got it in you♥~"

Nao was currently pinned beneath Rita and she found herself looking at the lad to make sure he was okay. Even though he had nothing to say initially she could at least take his initial silence as a good thing. Something about the look in his eye and that blush to his face which was accompanied by the throbbing of his cock made a little wicked smile spread across Rita's face. When was the last time she felt like she did currently? She couldn't remember, but if this one was truly willing after the previous night's debauchery and their still washing clothes, she supposed she could make a bit of time for him to get to know her better. Well, the truth of that was sexually but it wouldn't make too much of a difference. "I'm surprised you have enough blood flow for a blushing face," Rita said almost too directly. Even so, she wasn't judging it was just a cute little observation. "So, I know I said this wasn't a sex job, and I do mean that..." she said specifically. "But since we're already down here and the the parts are just one slip away from meeting anyway... how about a quickie while we wait?" she questioned with that odd bit of bluntness she seemed to possess. Funnily enough, Rita figured that this lad didn't often have sex with a willing participant if at all, she didn't mind being one of the first to give that to him. Besides she'd already been looking and it was definitely more natural to her to act this way, as she was reminded by a conversation with her friend earlier. She stared into Nao's face and waited for his response, all the while her hips were gently shifting around his lap, as she rubbed him against herself in an almost unconscious fashion.

At the same time, a different pair was trying to reach the same kind of agreement. Mitsuki was busy taking off her clothing and having pictures snapped of her. Though she'd asked directly for clarification, she'd thought it necessary to make sure he understood that she didn't want to hear about her nudes being seen or leaked to others. "Okay then, I'm trusting you..." she said with all of the naivety of a person who thought they could take people at their word. Still, there was a certain understanding garnered by women like Mitsuki, she'd stripped out of her clothes in what she thought would be an appealing way, and now she was stepping into the shower. In her own opinion there was no way to make that more interesting to watch, but she supposed as she gently rinsed herself she could make sure to move around a bit. She used her hands to splash water on herself. Made sure to draw attention to her chest, her lengthy legs. She even bent over and let the water hit her back as it arched. Then. The soaping process would begin. Taking up a bath sponge, covering it in liquid soap, building up suds only to draw them along her body. Arms, chest, torso... all things to have attention brought to them by coverings of soap while steam built up further in the shower. As a photographer at least she knew what good frames looked like she could manage expectations from that perspective and as a good Japanese young person, she'd try her best.