Asuka (Wholesome)

I only just barely managed to contain my excitement as I opened my bedroom door and walked out into the living area of our apartment. We’d been dating for six months already, and she had been living with me for two weeks, but every time she came through the front door still felt like the first to me.

There she was, just outside the doorway setting her things down on the table next to the door. Her brown hair done up in a messy, short ponytail with bangs hanging over her brow. Her hefty breasts bouncing lightly inside her pastel green t-shirt as she stretched her arms and made a satisfied squeaking sigh. When her gorgeous brown eyes locked with mine, she got a wide and enchanting smile.

I couldn’t help but smile back at her. It was not only infectious; it was warm enough to melt all the ice in our freezer.

“Hey,” I said, “good day at work?” I was always careful to phrase the question this way because I know that not only could she not share details with me, but I also frankly didn’t want them. Asking if the day was good was a simple yes-or-no question.

“Yes!” Asuka said, nodding, “Nice and easy, kind of boring, though, I’m really stiff.”

I stepped across the room and walked up behind her, placed my hands on her shoulders, and began rubbing them. She let out another squeaking satisfied sigh.

“Ah, Ren, you’re so good at that,” she said. “How about you? Did you study?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“No distractions?”

“Minimal distractions,” I admitted.

“Good,” Asuka giggled, and I moved my hands around her waist to hug her from behind. Her brief interrogation might have been misconstrued as nagging, but it was actually at my request. I had trouble motivating myself to work, but Asuka was somehow almost supernaturally good at getting me to do what I needed to. She could be very encouraging in a positive way.

We spent a moment like that, her arms around mine as I hugged her from behind. Her natural scent instantly relaxed me, and the feel of her hair on my cheek as I rested my chin on her shoulder was silken delight.

But it was doing something else to me, my natural libido was kicking in and I couldn’t help but reach my hands up to squeeze at her sizeable breasts. They were just as soft and squishy as always.

“Geez,” she said, giggling again, “you’re almost as bad as Kat-chan sometimes, you know?”

“Sorry,” I said, my hands hesitating for a moment at the comment.

She turned her head and gave my cheek a brief peck with her impossibly soft lips, “It’s okay when it’s you. Besides, you’re much better at it than her.”

Internally I sighed with relief at not overstepping myself. We were still working out what our boundaries were. I continued to squeeze gently and rhythmically as I replied, “Don’t let Kat-chan hear you say that. It might hurt her pride.”

Asuka giggled, “Anything interesting happen today?”

“Well, I have good news and more good news,” I announced, finally removing my hands from her bust and circling around to face my kunoichi girlfriend.

She made a show of putting her finger to her lips in contemplation, “Oh really? I guess I’d like to know the good news first, then.”

I chuckled, “I unpacked the last box today.”

Her smile widened to an elated grin, and she bounced happily, “Really!? No way!” Her movements were making her breasts jiggle wildly even in spite of the bra they were contained in.

“Yep! We’re officially moved in,” I said, grinning with her.

“Oh my gosh! It’s finally official! We’re really moved in together!”

I couldn’t deny that the moment I stared down into the last empty box earlier today I felt the same way. Everything felt more real. I was truly living with Asuka, the love of my life, it was official after so much hard work and commitment. It was a big step.

“We need to celebrate!” she announced suddenly, “I’ll make a big dinner with your favorite!”

“Seafood curry?” I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically, “Let me go get changed real quick and I’ll get started on it.”

“Before you do,” I said, “you forgot about the other good news.”

She looked at me wide-eyed as I reached into my pocket and retrieved the small item within it. It was a phone charm of a cute little green frog. She gasped when she saw it and I dropped it into her waiting hand.

“Oh! It’s so cute! Ren!” Asuka immediately sped to the end-table where she had left her cell phone and with a speed that amazed me, attached the ornament to the loop and then beamed at me holding it up, “I love it so much!”

“I ordered it a week ago and it just arrived today. It’s hand-crafted, I commissioned it with some money I earned from my artwork,” I said, “I’m so glad you like it.”

She then cutely rubbed her cheek against it, “Like it? I love it! Ren you’re the best! I can’t wait to show my friends. You know, I used to hate frogs. But then I found out that my guardian spirit was a frog and now I think they’re the cutest things ever!”

I chuckled at the overly cutesy display and the tangent she went on, which was a habit of hers when she got excited. I was very happy she liked it.

“Okay! Be right back!” Asuka rushed off to our bedroom to get changed. I briefly considered peeking on her while she was changing but thought better of it. I wasn’t quite that horny yet.

Instead, I patiently waited in the kitchen, in case she would need me to help with prep-work. I was a lousy cook but things like chopping vegetables and boiling water were things I could do without ruining anything. In the meantime, I merely imagined her changing and what it must look like.

I truly was a lucky guy to have landed myself such a gorgeous, confident, busty, and kind-hearted girlfriend. Not to mention knowing that she was an ass-kicking ninja made me feel extremely safe. Burglars and muggers beware. This made me remember our first meeting, how she had saved my life by revealing the secret of her true identity and getting to me to the hospital quickly. I owed everything to her.

Just before I was about to drift off into memory, she emerged from the doorway, and her outfit change completely shattered my train of thought. First of all, she was wearing her hair down, a style she knew I liked on her, it looked like she had lightly touched up her makeup, but didn’t go overboard, just accentuated her natural beauty and cuteness. She had swapped her pastel green t-shirt for a white, flowy, and frilly loose tank top, and I was fairly certain she was sans-bra. Her jeans were exchanged for a green plaid skirt that went down to her thighs and danced around them as she moved. The only hint of her previous outfit was the bright red scarf that was a constant with nearly all of her attire, a gift from her mother as I understood it.

“How do I look?” she asked, blushing nervously.

“I... I... you...” I stammered, unable to make words happen.

She giggled and smiled, “I guess that’s as good an answer as any.” She walked over to me, her chest wobbling wildly without support under her top, and gave me deep and loving kiss on the lips. We just stood there, kissing lovingly for a moment. Eventually, she broke away and looked at me, “I saw Yagyuu-chan wearing something like this the other day and thought it looked so cute on her! I just had to try it for myself. I may have made a few adjustments to the look just for you, though.”

“Oh? Like what?” I asked, already having an idea.

“You already know, don’t make me say it,” she whined and blushed furiously, but grabbed my hand guiding it to her chest and under the top. I felt her bare breast and her stiff nipple grinding into the skin like a pebble on top of a cloud.

“Nope, I don’t think I get it,” I teased and pinched the pebble very softly.

She bit her lip, “I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Oh, now that you mention it...” I rubbed the breast softly and grinned at her.

She laughed and shoved me playfully, “Ugh, Ren! You really are worse than Kat-chan sometimes.” She then gently urged my hand out of her top, “Now, go and sit down.”

“I can help,” I offered.

“I know but I don’t want you to. You’ve done a lot today; you should relax. Besides I need to pay you back for the cute gift. I’ll handle dinner, you just wait.”

“Can I at least ogle you while you work?”

She rolled her eyes and turned to get all the supplies out of the fridge. Even though she didn’t give me a direct answer, she did shimmy her hips a little and move her torso around much more than was necessary as she worked, making her stance on the issue clear while maintaining some veneer of innocence. This was acceptable to me.

I watched her shapely rear and hefty boobs bounce and sway as she began cutting the vegetables. Before long, it actually became difficult to focus on her body, because her skill with the knife was absolutely unparalleled. I felt like I was watching a performance. Her prep-work was a whirl of gold in the light of the setting sun. Ultimately, I realized my presence would have actually slowed her down, the way she was multitasking everything at once was phenomenal, and she made short work of any duties I might have been able to deal with.

“Sorry,” she said after a silence that I wasn’t fully aware of until she broke it, “I feel like I’m showing off.”

I shook my head, “If you are, you earned it. This is incredible to watch. Did they teach you that in your secret shinobi classes?”

She shook her head as she made impressively short work of deboning a fish, “My mom and grandma actually taught me. The shinobi training helps, though, it would have taken a lot longer to learn without it.”

“I see,” I nodded, and once again became distracted by her breasts, especially since her top showed off a very deep line of cleavage, and the movements of her arm were making them bounce a lot.

She smiled a little as she noticed me looking and took an exhausted tone as she said, “I just don’t understand why you and Kat-chan love boobs so much. They’re just big bags of fat.” It was pretty clear, to me at least, that she wasn’t seriously posing this question, only teasing me.

I decided to take it in stride, using the same tone in my reply, “Well, I just don’t understand what’s so special about a phone charm, it’s just a little rock.”

She grinned and giggled, “Now listen, you,” she pointed her knife at me, which actually was a little scary knowing her skillset, but the feeling was only brief. I knew better, “Sayuri-obaachan always said there’s no greater gamble in the world than sassing the one making your food.”

“Wise words, I concede,” I laughed, “Your family sounds nice, I hope I get to meet them one day.”

This made Asuka blush briefly, I guessed probably because of the romantic connotations, “Well you’ve already met Hanzo-ojiisan, you just didn’t know it; he was in disguise. There’s no way he would let us date if he didn’t have good idea what kind of guy you were.”

“What would you have done if he didn’t approve?”

Asuka was quiet a moment as she stirred the pot, “I wouldn’t have let him get in the way. I wouldn’t let anyone get between us.” The look she gave me as she said this was deathly serious, “Even if it meant defying my family.” While that look was scary, it was also a little comforting. I didn’t always feel all that special, but this reaction made me feel like I was, if not in general then at least to her.

“If this relationship ends, it will be on our terms and no one else’s,” Asuka continued with confidence, smiling again, “that’s a promise—no, it’s a vow.” Then she turned and looked at me, making pointed eye contact with her pretty brown eyes, “I love you, Ren.”

I smiled back at her, her confession sending waves of comforting heat through my whole body and giving me gooseflesh, “I love you too.”

“In any case, we don’t have to worry about that. Hanzo-ojiisan likes you.”

“And what about your parents?” I asked.

Asuka frowned a bit, “I wouldn’t be surprised if my mom has already seen you. She’s a really skilled ninja.” Asuka announced this last bit proudly and gave a wide grin, “My dad works with my grandpa at his futomaki shop. We can visit there sometime, and you’ll get to meet them for real.”

“That sounds fun,” I agreed.

We spent the rest of the cooking time idly chatting, and it was very nice. I was excited to dig in though, the smell was intoxicating.