“I see…” Sven said, flipping through the paper again.
“Put that damn clipboard down and look me in the eyes, son!”
The hotel clerk did as he was instructed.
“Now,” Micah’s grandmother said, “do you want to go down in history as the man, the dimwitted, balless Sven—still hate pronouncing that one—who thwarted a potential once-in-a-lifetime truce between Jokamatchi and Heian on the basis of trade, one brokered by Neo-Hokkaido? Or do you want to go down in history as the man who made it happen, the big dick hero who had faith in total strangers and was smart enough not to question their ludicrous story simply because no one in their right mind could make up something so fantastic?”
“I…” he said as he flipped through his clipboard once again.
“Enough! I will only ask you one more time.” Micah’s grandmother leaned in real close, her nostrils flaring as she glared the man down. “Which will it be?”
It came as no surprise to Micah that the first thing his grandmother did once they arrived in their presidential suite was to order food and liquor, the elderly woman telling the hotel clerk named Sven to charge it to the Jokamatchian Embassy, along with the clothing, and to ‘hurry the fuck up,’ in her words.
“Those isolationistic fools are good for it,” she said after the clerk left.
“How about we try not to draw more attention to us?” Micah asked her as he removed his bucket helmet, Liza doing the same.
“We’re going to need money soon, which means Choro and you will need to get to work figuring out how you are going to keep us ladies well-fed and entertained.” His grandmother hobbled over to a chair and plopped down. “My poor feet. Had I known I’d be signing up for a cross-country trip today, I would have worn a different pair of loafers. Who am I kidding? I don’t have any other shoes at the moment. Maybe they have someone on staff who can rub my feet.”
“You’ll be fine,” Micah told his grandmother as he moved past her and took in the place.
The presidential suite consisted of the entire top floor of the hotel, including its curved top, which operated as a second floor that had vaulted ceilings. The space was open, the wood grain floors unlike anything Micah had seen in his country. The furniture was different as well, no hard edges, everything rounded. The suite was made to be lived in, with a slick kitchen and the dining room area notable with its large windows overlooking Muryane. This was the first place Micah went, still finding it odd to see the other country, especially from such a stunning perspective. He also noticed something different about the floating districts, Lepus and Tapeti tethered together by long tunnels, foregoing the transport slings common in Neo-Hokkaido.
“Micah and I have dibs on the upstairs room,” Yuri announced as she stepped up to him, which was surprising because she usually wasn’t so vocal about things like that. She placed her hand into his, and Micah felt the ring he had given her, the one that was able to enhance her industria output.
“There are plenty of rooms,” Milsung said. Yuri’s sister had already taken a look around, her weapon now resting on a side table.
“It’s got space for an entire family, and then some,” Choro said, who stood next to Liza. “I believe there are eight rooms.”
“Six,” said Milsung.
“That’s still plenty for us, as long as someone is sleeping out here,” Bunni told them. She glanced at Soraya. “You know you want to… Just look at how comfy that couch is.”
“I don’t care where I sleep, as long as I get some new clothing.”
“But you look so sexy in your athletic gear, such a tight little rear…” Bunni teased her.
“I’m with you there,” Micah’s grandmother told Soraya. “New clothing, food, definitely some liquor. The sooner this hotel brings those things to us, the better. I’m starting to stink like old lady over here, and I need booze.”
“They don’t exactly have our measurements,” Liza reminded the group.
“That’s why I told him to bring as much as he could,” said Micah’s grandmother. “Pick and choose. After all, we have a princess with us.”
“Princess Shortness,” Bunni added.
Soraya shook her head. “A princess who you’ve sent to the couch.”
“Eh, it counts as one of the rooms,” Bunni told Soraya. “Unless you want to share a bed with me. I’ll cuddle you; just keep your tail out of my face.” She wrapped her arms around Soraya and quickly kissed her cheek, the kitsune pushing her away.
“Get off me!”
“Play nice, you two,” said Micah’s grandmother, “or one of you is going to be responsible for massaging my feet.”
“I think I’m just going to take this room right here,” Choro said, looking to exit the conversation. He slipped into the first room available and shut the door behind him.
“Look, you’ve scared him away,” Soraya said.
“We really need to find him a girlfriend,” Bunni said. “What about Kami? Choro could certainly have some fun with the kitsune from the past, one a bit more agreeable than Soraya.”
A dark look came across Milsung’s face. As usual, Bunni had struck a nerve, going straight for the other Royal Star Ninja currently in Micah’s timeline, the one who had been partnered up with Milsung and was working for the Society of Monks. It was evident in her reaction that the two were close, Milsung not saying anything as she grabbed her weapon and left, moving into another one of the rooms.
“Anyone else you need to make angry?” Soraya asked the Plains Dweller.
“The night is still young…”
Soraya stepped into the kitchen to find that there was already some food available, fruit and snacks. Naturally, she began arranging it on a platter, Bunni and Liza joining her.
“I didn’t think she would be so sensitive about something like that. And we do need to figure out what to do with Kami.”
“Easy. Once she attacks, I will use the mantra against her,” Soraya said. “Then I suppose she will join us.”
“Two kitsunes?” Bunni bulged her eyes playfully. “I don’t know if our little team can handle something like that.”
“Ha!” Micah’s grandmother snorted. “Damn right we can’t!”
After eating some of the snacks, Micah and Yuri retired to one of the rooms, which happened to be the largest in the suite, with their own balcony and a gorgeous view of the city. “I can only imagine how much it costs to stay in this room,” Micah said as he once again found himself staring out the window, feeling blessed in that moment. He was technically a fugitive, and he didn’t know what the next day would bring, and certainly didn’t know where he would be a week from now, but at least for the time being, he was in a nice comfortable space. He slid the door open and stepped out onto the balcony, Yuri joining him.
“It’s so nice to be here with you,” he told her after a long stretch of silence.
She moved closer to him.
Micah placed his hand around her waist, his fingers naturally finding their way to the curve of her ass. “I wish it could just be you and me, though, for a little while.”
She turned to him and leaned with her elbows on the top railing of the balcony, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “You do?”
“The others are fine, but there was something about what you and I originally shared, before Bunni and Soraya joined, before my grandmother became so… active.”
“We have been quite busy.”
“Understatement of the year,” Micah said as he brought her in and kissed her on the side of her head.
“How about the next twelve hours it’s just you and me?” Yuri asked as she turned to him. She pressed the front of her body into his and felt the start of an erection slowly building in Micah’s pants.
“Deal.”
“What do we have here?” Yuri asked as she traced a hand down his stomach, eventually stopping at the top of his groin. She turned her hand around and squeezed him once. “We should get cleaned up.”
“We
should. Together?”
“Separately. Then we can come back out here on the balcony and christen it. You go first, and I will make it a little more comfortable out here.”
“You want to sleep outside tonight?”
“Sure,” she told him, “among other things.”
Those ‘other things’ turned out to be exactly what Micah needed.
As soon as he finished his shower, he came out of the bathroom to find that Yuri had moved some of the bedding from a closet to the balcony, and that she was now undressed. He did little to hide his increasingly growing erection as she passed by him, Yuri lightly grazing her fingers against him as she too went to clean up. This left Micah standing in the middle of the room, not sure of what he should do in the time it took her to finish with her shower.
He began pacing, trying to get his mind off the bulge he was now experiencing below his waist, his erection much stronger than it normally was. It felt like he hadn’t had sex in forever, but he knew this wasn’t the case. He had recently had relations with Liza; it wasn’t like it had been months, yet that was what it felt like, Micah now anticipating the forthcoming event, going through it in his head play-by-play.
Chill, he told himself, and for some reason, this reminded him of what he had learned about industria. To relax, Micah sat on the ground, ignoring his raging boner for a moment as he imagined a lime green energy at his core. Cycle it, he thought as the energy started to move.
One of the things that Micah hadn’t liked about recent events, and the speed at which everything was changing around him, was that he felt as if he were losing his practice, even though he barely had one to begin with. There were a few things he was able to do with industria, but he felt like he had hit a roadblock, that there wasn’t anything else for him, especially now that they were in a foreign country, Micah essentially cut off from the Monks of Repose.
Would he ever be able to cycle his industria by interacting with a seed again? Aside from the powers he already had, the ability to heal, the ability to absorb a strike and redistribute it if he got the timing right, what would the next step be? The next level?
Even if this was where he stopped when it came to cycling his industria, it was safe to say he had accomplished a lot in a relatively short time, especially considering how he had stumbled upon it. Still, Micah knew he had a long way to go, and at the moment it felt like there was no end in sight.
All of his thoughts were cast aside when the bathroom door opened and a sweet scent met his nostrils. Micah opened his eyes to see Yuri standing there completely nude, aside from a pair of white cloth slippers. She bit her lip as she looked down at him. Micah sprung to his feet, moving fast enough that he would later think about the moment and wonder if the industria within him had acted as a coil, advancing him forward.
“Someone is excited,” Yuri said as she placed her hand over his cock.
“Someone is.”
“Let’s go to the balcony,” she whispered after they’d kissed a couple of times, the tip of Micah’s penis now pressing against the front of her sex. He turned his hand around and lightly fingered her, Micah kissing Yuri’s neck, the woman moaning. Soon, the two had stumbled out onto the balcony, where Yuri gracefully lowered to her knees and took Micah into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, her tongue lashing against his balls every time she went down. This left him pretty wet by the time she stood and wiped her mouth, a cool breeze blowing past.
Yuri placed her arms on the balcony and hiked her ass up. It was an inviting view, the heart-shaped curve of her rear, her waiting snatch glistening with wetness. Micah carefully entered her, waiting a moment for her to adjust to his girth, his hands on her hips. He didn’t really care who was watching them, but most of the lights in the buildings around them were off, and Micah became so focused on what he was doing, how amazing the moment was, that he completely failed to realize that what they were doing was quite public.
“Yes, yes…” Yuri looked over her shoulder and straight to Micah, just a glimpse, her dark eyes half-open, tongue flitting against the top of her lip. Her hands on the railing, she bent forward even more, the change in the position causing Micah’s erection to move in an upward motion as she moaned even louder. Micah kept at it, on the verge himself when Yuri quickly pressed away, and crouched again, her hand reaching for his cock.
“Come everywhere for me,” she said as she began jerking him off, Yuri bringing Micah closer to the opening in the railing. She curled her tongue toward him, triggering something within Micah, and soon he was orgasming, his seed spraying over the balcony and hopefully not onto some poor unsuspecting soul passing by seven stories below.
“Holy shit, holy shit…” Micah whispered as he continued to orgasm, Yuri seemingly unlocking a private stash of semen inside him. Eventually it stopped after one final spurt, Micah finally extinguished. Yuri laughed as she took him back in her mouth and cleaned him up.
It was a decent ending to an epically long day.
Chapter Three
Birdsong woke Micah the next morning, and for a moment he imagined a beautiful tropical bird perched on the railing of the balcony singing down to him, only to find that it was a mangy-looking pigeon after he blinked his eyes awake, one who had shat inches away from his head.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he said to the pigeon, the bird ignoring him.
Some way to wake up, Micah thought as he rolled over. Yuri was already gone, her absence certainly felt, the spot where she’d been laying cold. He got to his feet and the pigeon flew away, but not without crapping again before it flew off.
What the hell is wrong with the pigeons in Heian?
Once he was inside the room, Micah found that clothing had already been selected for him and laid out on the bed by who he assumed was Yuri, but it could have been any one of them. Heian clothing was a bit different than what he was used to wearing, the style one of sharp angles, unlike the curves they seemed fond of using in their architecture and furniture design.
Everything had been ironed to the point that there was a crisp line along the sleeves and pant legs, all of it starchy, Micah noticing that the shirttails were much longer than they were in his country, and that they dropped into a nice arch rather than a flat line at the bottom seam. There was something reflective about the material as well, a sheen to it, which he noticed only after he put it on and was able to see it in the light.
Micah took a look at himself in the mirror, his naturally spiky brown hair jetting off to the side, something different about his neck line, as if he had lost a few pounds over the last week. He wouldn’t be surprised. Gone were the days that he was fueled by university classes, stress, and comfort food. Micah wasn’t quite a hardened warrior, but he was around hardened warriors and it was bound to rub off at some point. He also looked out of place in the Heian clothing, as if he were missing a pair of rabbit ears to balance out the outfit.
It will have to do, he thought as he smoothed his hands over the front of his clothing.
He heard chatter outside the door, and once he was ready, Micah headed down the stairs and to the main dining area, where he found that all of them were now dressed and seated at the table, Soraya bringing in piping hot food from the kitchen with Milsung’s assistance. The only person missing was Choro.
“Sleep well?” Liza asked, the nun in something akin to silken green robes, which sort of went to show that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, considering her status as a nun. The Royal Star Ninjas wore fitted, angular clothing, Micah recognizing it as something that some kind of security apparatus would wear, all aside from Soraya, who was playing the princess part in a sparkling green dress. It was weird to see her in something like that, Micah never really having a glimpse of her petite form aside from her athletic gear, which he had grown used to. The kitsune was shorter than the others, sure, but the way the dress was cut around her breasts and waist accented her subtle curves, showcasing the perkiness of her ass as she turned around to grab something
else from the kitchen, her tail bouncing behind her, curled at its tip.
“Like what you see?” Micah’s grandmother asked, the elderly woman in a pantsuit of sorts, a silk scarf tied off around her neck.
“Yeah… What? No, I was just…” Micah swallowed. “I was hungry.”
His grandmother gave him a roguish grin. “Hungry for a little fox tail? Ha!”
“Come on…”
“You didn’t get your fill last night?”
“Anyway,” Micah said as he reached for a croissant with cheese and ham inside. Soraya really had gone all out. “I’ve been thinking…”
“Uh-oh,” Bunni said, wiggling her nose at Micah. “Should we be concerned, dear?” She sent a hand across the table and placed it on Micah’s, which caused Yuri to smirk. Milsung, who sat next to her sister, offered Micah a morning chin nod, but didn’t say anything else.
He still didn’t know what to make of Milsung, or her part in this group.
“Have you seen this stuff?” Choro asked as he came into the room, a wild look in his eyes, the pudgy man clutching a stack of graphic novels. “They practically have a library of graphic novels in my room, and before you ask, they have every My Ninja Girl book. Every last one.” He placed the graphic novels on the table to emphasize his point. “Seriously. Including volumes we don’t have in Neo-Hokkaido.”
“That was the comic you had back in your little hovel in the Golden Trash District, right?” Bunni asked. “I remember that one. Sort of a ridiculous story, but it was close enough to the truth.”
“What are you talking about?” Micah asked him.
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