093. Say that you’re busy and just keep stroking.

Damn it, just one more moment… I didn’t respond at first, but there was another louder rap on the door. I could already feel my balls constricting as I squeezed my cock harder. I was too fucking close to just stop now. "Go away! I'm busy!" I yelled out to whoever was rudely trying to wake me up so early. Yes, here it comes...

Suddenly the door burst open and Setsuko, the flesh and blood embodiment of all my sexual fantasies walks in and shouts at me, "Well you're gonna get a lot busier once I put you to work..." Then what she’s seeing hits her and she's looking right at my massive, throbbing erection, drooling precum on my hand while I'm frozen in shock in mid-stroke. I didn't really react until she took a deep breath before shouting at me, "You perv..." I finally sprung into action and quickly clamped my hand over her mouth to muffle her from alerting anyone else to what I’d been doing.

"Shhhh," I insisted as she only struggled a little in my arms before realizing I was too strong for her and she couldn't escape. "Look, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to..." I wasn’t sure what to say, but she'd calmed down a lot faster than I expected. Then I realized my precum stained hand was the one over her mouth and she was breathing in my smegma. "Sorry, but…" I wasn’t sure what to do, but I couldn’t keep holding her. "If I let you go will you promise not to scream?" I asked. She nodded and as I let her go and was actually surprised that she kept her word.

"I'm sorry," she suddenly apologized, throwing me a little at the complete opposite reaction from just a moment ago. "I should have been more respectful of your privacy," then she looked down and saw my near bursting chock was still openly bobbing right before her eyes.

"No, I'm sorry," I ashamedly confessed while grabbing my pants and quickly concealing my obscenity. "This is your house. I shouldn't have been so rude to you." Even though I was dressed no my erection hadn’t even relaxed a bit, still perversely making a massive bulge in my pants. We stood there, each unable to make eye contact with each other in uncomfortable silence for a long few moments and I got the distinct feeling she was still looking at my swollen groin. "So, what did you want from me?" I asked to break the stalemate.

"Want? I didn’t say I wanted your..." she stammered flushed and shocked as if she thought I was hitting on her before she remembered why she had come to see me in the first place. "Oh, I... er... Father thought it would be a good idea to have you... be my bodyguard today and this evening," she explained in an uncharacteristically shy fashion for the normally bossy and brash girl. Usually, it was her telling her parents how she wanted things, oftentimes with terrible tantrums when she didn't get her way. So either invoking her father was an excuse or she was growing up. Judging by how big her breasts had grown in the last year I'd definitely say she grew up, but as for her attitude and motives, I was much less sure.

"Okay, sure," I answered not really thinking about it, just figuring that doing whatever she wanted would save my skin from her telling anyone about any of this. She simply nodded and then still just stood there, and I watched her eyes drop back down to looking back down to my waist. "So, unless there's anything else..."

"Oh, er... no. I'll let you get back to your..." Setsuko's face blushed a beet red and then she scurried out of the room as if it were on fire. Well, that went horribly. But at least it wasn't with anyone I had a shot with. Tomorrow she'd be married to Shinji anyways. I had to get my head out of the clouds. My family was dirt poor so there was no way I ever had a chance with her on that count alone.

I looked at the bed, only briefly considering returning to finish my fun time, but my mood was spoiled despite still being painfully hard in my pants. I got my shirt and finished dressing before going to seek out breakfast. Happily, I found Chizu has made eggs and toast for me special. I began devouring them, whole eggs at a time as I idly wondered who would even be threatening Setsuko in the first place, and then as if on cue my ears tingled. I couldn’t figure out this weird new sensation of something bothering me when I glanced back and out through the kitchen window and caught an odd flash of something black in the garden bushes.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, just a shadow, but then I spotted it again and my blood ran cold. I only saw a sleeve for a moment, but somehow it crystallized in my mind and I saw the true threat. "Ninjas," I muttered to myself as I identified the form stealthily skulking through the hedges as man-shaped from only a momentary glimpse. Then forgetting all about my food I whispered urgently to Chizu, "Go lock yourself in the pantry until I tell you it's safe."

I hoped she took me seriously, but I couldn't wait around to see if she did it. She wasn't their target anyways, though I'm sure they'd kill her all the same if she got in their way. Ducking down past the windows I moved at a brisk yet stealthy walk towards Setsuko's bedroom, hoping she had returned there and that I’d be in time. Not wasting any time I just slid the door open without even knocking, not quite how she had only a few minutes ago, but the irony was not lost on me. But I wasn't the first one thinking she’d be here. Thankfully we'd both been wrong and Setsuko wasn't here, but her would-be captor was.

Dressed all in black he appeared to have just slipped in through the window only a moment before I eased open the door. Comically for a moment, we're both just as surprised as the other by the sudden and unexpected sight of each other, but he reacted slightly faster than I did. In a blink, I saw him move to pull something from his waistband and my reflexes kicked in, slamming the door closed just quickly enough to take the impact of several shuriken throwing stars that were hastily flung at me, their sharp points poking out through the thin wood.

I turned and ran shouting out, "To arms!" as if anyone nearby was actually going to have any weapons close at hand, but I figured any warning was better than none. Then I shouted, "Setsuko!" Now my only thought was to keep her safe at all costs and prayed I could reach her before any other would-be attackers. Luckily I ducked as a precaution as I passed the next window because a storm of the sharp and likely poisoned shuriken zinged over my head, one close enough to brush through my hair, and stuck into the opposite wall. "Get away from the windows!" I shouted hoping to protect anyone else from a grizzly death that only narrowly failed to claim me.

I was about to head for her mother's room next, but a piercing scream from outside instantly told me it was Setsuko and exactly where she was. I chided myself for my obvious stupidity as I spun on my heel and back towards the last window I'd passed. I'd peeped on her almost religiously once I found that open knothole in the back of the bathhouse last year, and thankfully she just as predictably frequented the bath more than almost anywhere else, often taking hours cleansing and preening her perfect skin and hair. It was practically a pastime now even with the lousy vantage point so low to the ground that usually all I saw were her well-formed knees and ankles. But now instead of I was cursing myself for not checking there first, specificity because it was already surrounded by the enemy!

I briefly peeked around the edge of the window, and luckily they didn't consider that I would double back suddenly, and that mistake would cost them. I saw two watching the next window down and another looking around behind them, all with glinting steel in the bright morning sun. So with determination, I vaulted out the window.

My sudden appearance to the side of where they were looking didn't surprise them for more than a moment, but that was long enough. I rolled on the ground, ducking under their first volley, grabbing a large flat paving stone that had always been loose in the back walking path. With passion and determination to save Setsuko, I spun, flinging it hard like my own copy of a throwing star at the nearest man in black.

My heavy flat stone flew, and he started to dodge to the side, but it curved as it spun towards my target. He clearly wasn’t expecting that, but somehow I had and unlike all of their throws, my aim was true. In a violent geyser of sweat red blood, his internal organs practically erupted from the man's stomach as the stone sliced into and through him. He instantly crumpled to a twitching pile on the ground, but somehow I’d known I could ignore him as soon as I'd let go of the rock, already certain he was no longer a threat. Instead, I jumped to the side and quickly took cover behind an old stone birdbath and instantly heard the ping of the other men’s projectiles ricochet off of the stone mere inches from hitting me. I knew this tiny protective stone pillar wouldn't be any good as soon as they came around to the side, but they would have to get closer as well. I listened carefully and was sure one was about upon me so grabbed the underside of the bath bowl and pushed it up and back with all my might.

The large round stone splashed all its water back at the ninja, quickly followed by the heavy basin itself. He reacted fast enough to just barely avoid getting crushed, though still got soaked by the gallon of rainwater water that preceded it, and in an all too human reaction he closed his eyes. That eliminated his ability to respond to my direct follow-up attacks, jumping and landing a smashing blow to his knee with a brutal heel kick. It twisted unnaturally backward with a loud crack and he screamed and fell. I finished him with a killing punch right into his Adam's apple, and the crush of his larynx had my heart pumping with excitement, yet his partner was not as lax while I killed my second foe.

My arm stung as one of their deadly shuriken bit into my arm before I could pull the gasping and dying ninja up before me to form a meat shield from these fresh attacks. Ignoring the pain I hefted the soon-to-be corpse up, and while I couldn't tell for sure at the time the now panicking assailant loosed the last of his deadly weapons into his compatriot in desperation to save himself from joining his fate as I charged him.

Not that it would help him, of course. I quickly covered the ten feet that separated us and then used the dead pincushion of a man, with all its new sharp pointed blades now protruding from his back as an improvised weapon. I rammed into the terrified young ninja and killed him with his own weapons sticking out of his companion’s oncoming corpse to rip and tear at his own flesh from the collision. We all fell to the ground and when I stood up from the stack and was sure both men were dead I briefly checked my wounded arm.

I pulled out one shuriken and fortunately, it appeared to be clean and didn’t hurt all that much, thankfully not poisoned, probably as a precaution from killing Setsuko accidentally. I didn’t even try and treat it, already running for the cliffs nearby when I heard another girlish scream, clearly muffled this time. Once there I found two ninjas, apparently the last of the squad, both struggling to tie the flailing arms and legs of a very pissed off Setsuko, clearly upset at this bungled attempt at kidnapping her. She was completely naked except for a gag they had tied around her head and they clearly planned on going back down the cliff, probably to a small boat waiting at the bottom. There was a rope lashed to a heavy branch and they were about to secure their prize to it and lower her and themselves down.

One spotted me and since I was covered in a fair amount of their clanmates' blood he dropped Setsuko's feet to prepare to fight me, but that was his mistake even though he didn't know it yet. I knew only too well how good a martial arts student she was, and she'd beaten me up on more than a few occasions, though to be fair I was too scared to actually hit her to ever land a blow in the first place. Failing to secure her or treat her as a proper opponent only sealed their demise. The one holding her arms suddenly was upside-down and airborne when Setsuko dropped to her knees and pulled him forward by his black tunic, but only for a blink of an eye before he collided into the back of his inattentive partner who had thought he was about to fight me. Their heads cracked together sickeningly and then they both sprawled out in the rocks, neither of them moving.

Setsuko slowly rose, never looking more beautiful as she did at that moment. Turning towards me, huffing with deep breaths through her nose, which caused her massive, naked breasts to swell and jiggle. I watched, taking in every luscious detail of this gorgeous strong woman who was much more warrior than I'd ever quite realized. Before now I had never really realized just quite how besmitten I was with her. Not wanting to be accused of being a pervert again I shook off all the disturbing thoughts that started flooding into my head and I asked gently, "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

She reached behind her head and pulled off the gag, taking a few breaths to recover from her intense struggle at resisting her assailants for the last several minutes, only now seeming to come back to reality after her final brief violence became a moment of the past. "No, I'm... I'm... naked!" she suddenly realized and cowered to cover her beautiful body in shame, all but forgetting about the bodies around us. Quickly to calm her I tore off my tunic and placed it around her shoulders. It would only cover an inch past her crotch, and she'd have to hold it to keep her healthy knockers from bursting out, but she'd at least have something to be able to walk back the short distance to her home without streaking. "Thank you Kenji," she said and touched my hand while she looked me right in the eye.

"Anything for you," I responded awkwardly, not sure I'd ever heard her truly thank me for anything before. I could help but suddenly become even more impressed with her than I was even just a few moments before. Trying not to let on I took her hand and escorted her back around the bathhouse and into the manor just as Natsumi appeared leading a small army of servants armed with rakes and brooms in her wake.

"Kenji? Setsuko?" she said with surprise at seeing us. "You're both okay!" I knew she was more concerned about her step-brother's fiancée than me, so I began stepping away, but to my own sudden surprise, Setsuko grabbed my arm to keep me by her side.

"Kenji saved me from a full hand of ninja trying to capture me," she proclaimed confidently despite her modest garb.

"Well, I only killed three really," I began with embarrassment. "The other two..."

"There are two, possibly only unconscious by the cliffs," Setsuko cut me off, and then since we were clearly safe Natsumi led her band out to where those last two laid, definitely seriously hurt if not outright dead from Setsuko's surprise attack. I was a bit thrown by her sudden humility and unwillingness to take credit for her own part in defeating her kidnappers, but I held my tongue for now because no sooner were Natsumi's squad out the door than we were mobbed with concerned questions by both her parents, Shinji, and my sister.

"What happened? Are you okay? You're covered in blood!" Kouki just started freaking out, not even letting me attempt to answer any of her questions.

"Kenji, man, that was killer!" Shinji jumped in vying for my attention. "You went at them all..." he worked his arms around, and I got a distinct impression that even though he was inheriting his brother's martial arts dojo he wasn't a strong practitioner himself. Natsumi or maybe even Setsuko would likely have to teach him or take over as the school's teacher if it ever reopened again.

Mister Takahashi, once satisfied his daughter was unharmed then interrupted the two of them and grabbed my hand, viciously shaking it fast and quickly as if he were trying to pull it off. "I cannot thank you enough, my dear boy! Once more you've proven yourself to be our heroic savior."

"Yeah... Sure," I stammered just trying to free myself from his ecstatic wrinkled old hands shaking me about. "Ouch!" The pain in my arm suddenly came back to me and then I was quickly rushed to the kitchen where they would be bashed and bound by my sister and Chizu. It wasn’t that bad, but they demanded I remain sitting there and eating a whole lot more food as they endlessly discussed between themselves how wonderful and brave I was.

After that, the whole marriage celebration changed to also became a celebration in my honor at saving the day once more. Everyone demanded I tell them over and over about exactly how I saved Setsuko from an entire hand of ninja single-handedly. I was plied with more than a little wine at the party, so between the two it started to really go to my head as well though and I found it embarrassingly easy to brag up my terrified, instinctual movements into the more noble bravery of the classic tales of legendary samurai. Through the afternoon and into the evening the celebration persisted, late into the night until finally everyone was exhausted and began retiring to their rooms.

With the majority of guests leaving I began considering going back to my room as well, but then Setsuko came up to me. She'd kept her distance throughout the party, though I think she’d kept an eye on me for much of it, maybe concerned about what I would say, but as she clearly didn't want to let her part be known. I allowed everyone else to draw whatever conclusions they wanted about those last two men, keeping my stories to the first three ninjas. One of them had died with his skull cracked open, but the other survived only long enough to confess to Natsumi that they were from the northern barbarian tribe and admitted it was their plan to kidnap Setsuko for ransom. That had been enough for her to finish him off with a quick beheading.

"Kenji," she said sweetly, though with a strange amount of trepidation. "Do you..." she paused, hesitant to continue.

"Yes, Setsuko?" I asked curiously.

"Do you think it's safe here?" she said quietly.

"Oh, uh..." I hadn't really considered that. But then it had never crossed my mind to think that a full hand of ninja would strike in broad daylight either. But they had, and honestly, I didn't know if they would give up or send more, and if so how long it would take. "I don't know," I stated with calm honesty, "But I promise you I'll make anyone who tries a stunt like that again regret it for the rest of their very, very short painful lives." That wasn't me, I was no avenging warrior, but still, I said those words. Setsuko smiled at them so I smiled back, not caring how or why I said what I had, just chalking it up to a strange accidental tongue slip from having a bit more to drink than I should have, and luckily it had worked out.

"Thank you Kenji," she said and then sweetly kissed my cheek before walking off.

"Baka," I heard my sister almost whisper under her breath behind me. I turned to face her and saw she looked quite upset. "Go after her!" she hissed at me like I was a child making a mess.

"What?" I asked back, not having a clue what she was talking about.

"She's getting married in the morning dummy!" Kouki scolded me, "If you want a shot at her now's your last chance!"

"What?" I stammered again, totally confused now.

"Geez are you thick!" she groaned and then started talking to me like I was a toddler, "She likes you. You saved her life. She's getting married tomorrow."

"Yeah, but she doesn't like-like me," I responded offhandedly. "There was no way a beauty like her could ever actually like someone as normal, boring, short, and poor as me."

"I give up," Kouki exclaimed in frustration and threw up her hands as she walked away and stuck up a conversation with Shinji. I mulled over her words for a few moments, trying to think if she'd seen something I hadn't. Well, there was how she kept quiet about her part in testing her attempted abduction, but that hardly seemed like anything I could interpret as affection for me. Yet as crazy as it was Kouki was right about one thing, if I ever had the slightest chance of anything with Setsuko, after tomorrow that door would close forever.

I looked up from my thoughts and saw Setsuko almost to the hallway saying goodnight to her parents. Once again I don't know what came over me, but I darted past the departing guests touched her shoulder before she walked out of the room. "Setsuko..."

"Yes, Kenji?" she delightfully turned and smiled at me, but I just stood there like a fool as my ability to speak suddenly eluded me. I stood there, staring at her beautiful happy face, her gorgeously long blonde hair, down to her ample swelling...

"I was thinking," I suddenly stammered and looked her in the eye as I tried to cover for my rudely wandering gaze. "With the attempted kidnapping earlier they might try again, so I was thinking that maybe I should..." by now I didn't really think they would, and neither has Natsumi who had repeatedly assured Mister Takahashi that they were all quite safe for at least a few days. In fact, I’d even overheard her telling him she would even reprimand whoever was on watch at the guard tower for allowing a boat to sail past them, but Setsuko ran with my half conceived idea.

"Oh, thank you, Kenji!" she said again and gave me a hug. The feel of her breasts pressing into my chest pushed all rational thought from my brain, even as her hand pressed a little sting into my injured shoulder. "You're so smart and brave."

"Yeah..." I agreed just enjoying the soft, warm flesh compressing against me lighting my fantasies on fire at somehow being allowed to crush up against her massive milk makers.

"I'll have Chizu put a chair outside my bedroom so you don't have to stand throughout the night as you guard me," she said and then waved to the quiet foreign maid. "I'll not forget everything you've done for me," she stated and then left with Chizu for her bedroom.

Well crap. That was so not what I’d hoped to hear. Although I really didn't have any idea myself what I wanted either, sitting in a chair outside her room all night while she slept didn't seem like an exciting time for me. I looked around and both her parents had heard and smiled at me, so now I knew I was stuck doing just that. So instead of skulking off to my own bed for some much-needed rest I walked after them and found Chizu had already placed a hard wooden chair right there by her door for me. I plopped my ass down and then watched everyone else go to their rooms, even Shinji with a guest room down the hall followed shortly by my sister since our rooms were not far from his.

She gave me an odd look, but I figured she was just making fun of me so I looked away from her taunts until she was gone. The next few hours of utter boredom seemed to last forever, and even despite the uncomfortably rigid chair, I had almost nodded off sitting up when I was startled by the door to Setsuko's room suddenly creeping open in the dead of the night.

"Kenji," Setsuko whispered in the pale darkness as she emerged with a dim candle that did little since the full moon already brightly shone through the large windows nearby.

"Are you alright?" I asked her. Even as boring as it had been there was no way I could even consider sleep with the thought of my throat being slit if I closed my eyes. I turned to look at Setsuko who stood in the doorway wearing a simple white nightgown and holding a candle.

"You sure?" she teased gently, but then continued before I could respond. "Did you know Shinji wasn’t a virgin?"

"What?" I snapped, not believing my ears. I was trying to think, but she didn’t let me.

"Yuki and he…" she explained without even needing to say anything more.

"Really?" I asked, not having had a clue about their relationship until just this moment.

Setsuko looked upset, yet glad at the same time. "She…" she said, then stopped. I had literally no idea what to say to this sudden revelation, much less to why she was coming out now and asking me about it. "Before he left for the war last year he asked me to…" Again she stopped, clearly not comfortable finishing that sentence, but also not needing to because it was obvious he asked her for sex.

After taking a deep breath she continued, "He said he didn’t want to die a virgin, but I just couldn’t…" Now that I was acutely awake I realized this was a wholly new look for Setsuko, nervous, vulnerable, worried. She cleared her throat and then said, "Today at the party Yuki told me she had…" That was a story I really wanted to hear, but there was no way in Hell I was going to press for any more details since this was difficult enough conversation for her. Her eyes had left to wandering the hall, her mind clearly far from here.

"How can I help?" I asked, needing to ease her pain since she came to me about it on the cusp of her wedding only a few short hours from now. I figured she was looking for some kind of assurance that Shinji would love her, that one fling meant nothing, but I was wrong.

"I want you to sleep with me," she said firmly while once more looking me in the eye, though I thought that was more to convince herself that she was doing the right thing rather than trying to convince me.

"Are… Are you serious?" I stammered, unable to believe what I was hearing. This was like a hundred times more vivid than any of my fantasies, yet she couldn’t really mean what I thought she meant. "As in you and I…"

"Have sex. Yes," she said definitively and my cock was more than happy to start constricting in my pants at these words. "This way tomorrow Shinji and I will both be on equal ground," she explained.

"I…" I didn’t know what to say. All these years of lusting after this incredibly sexy woman and now she was offering me the chance to spend the night plundering her body before giving her up to Shinji, no strings, no responsibilities. It was like the most wonderful dream I ever had. "I’m sorry Setsuko, but I… can’t," I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but my head was totally cock-blocking me from doing what the rest of my body was burning to do so much that it hurt.

"What?" Setsuko muttered, just as shocked as I was at what I’d said.

"I… I couldn’t do that to you because I…" I yammered, not really sure what I was saying. I wanted her, but somehow the thought of only having her body, no matter how amazing and nubile it was just ruined it for me. I needed to explain this, even if she hated me for the rest of her life. "When I give up my own virginity I want it to be with someone who loves me." It sounded so lame and gay. No one really ever married for love, that was just a thing of the storybooks. In this life, most marriages were financial arrangements, but being dead broke was actually freeing that way. If I ever did marry I could afford to do it for love since I didn’t have a yuan to my name.

Setsuko took a long time to process that, just looking at me, not sure what to say, but eventually she smiled. "But Kenji, I…" she started, but then we heard a shriek of pain come from down the hall. In an instant I stood up and was running down the hall, all thoughts of our previous conversation lost as I went all business worried that another life-threatening attack was in progress.

At the end of the moonlit hall, I stopped and turned. I didn’t hear anything new as I looked down the hall of a dozen guest bedrooms, all with their doors closed. But my senses were hyper-acute, looking for anything out of the ordinary and seeing one with just a slight flicker of light under the door and it sounded like some movement coming from inside. Setsuko caught up to me and I held my finger to my lips to keep her silent as I crept up and ever so gently cracked the door open.

At least a dozen candles were lit all around the room allowing us to clearly see Shinji, his well-muscled and naked backside glistened with sweat as he relentlessly pounded the rear end of a thin girl on her hands and knees before him. She kept groaning and gasping, sometimes loudly squealing with pleasure like a stuck pig as they rutted and I could I couldn’t do anything, but watch for a long silent moment. I wanted to go in and scold him for cheating on Setsuko, but I also was entranced by the sheer sexy beauty of the scene. It wasn’t until she lifted her head up from the pillow that she’d been using to somewhat muffle her erotic cries that I realized who it was he was fucking.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!," Kouki suddenly cried out to her lover, not realizing she was being watched by her brother and lover’s fiancée.

Shinji forcefully shoved her face back down into the pillow and growled, "Wha'duh'ya think I'm fucking doin'." Then redoubled the speed of his thrusts to the sounds of their hips smacking together like wet applause.

At that moment something in my head ripped in two. Part of me wanted to do nothing more than go in there and rip Shinji’s head off for hurting my sister, and the other part of me wanted to do the same thing, only so that I could go in and fuck my slut of a half-sister. The throbbing bulge in my pants was undeniable, no matter how perverse it was to be turned on my own kin with such improper thoughts.

I was just about to move in and strangle the bastard when I saw Setsuko again and that stopped me for half a moment. Her own gaze was riveted as mine had been to the young couple, but she had one hand pushed down between her legs gently rubbing up and down her crotch through the thin silky fabric of her nightgown. I don't even think she realized she was doing it either, so lost in the spectacle that was on display before us. That moment’s pause from my jealous rage gave me… other ideas.