This choice: Aaron goes exploring, finding a drunk, sexually-frustrated Ryoko... • Go Back... Aaron grinned, deciding to look around. He had plenty of time for breakfast. He carefully made his way through the house, admiring the rolling hills of the Japanese mountains. So beautiful... and the house was a wonder as well. A true mansion.
He went outside, and spotted Ryo-Ohki in her cabbit form noshing on a carrot.
"Oh my god you're even more adorable in person," Aaron said, admiring how cute she was. Ryo-Ohki looked up, startled. Aaron leaned down, holding out his hand. She cautiously stepped forward, sniffing his hand, Aaron making sure to keep calm and friendly. Deciding she liked him, she nuzzled Aaron's hand, the young man picking her up and scratching her ears.
She really was the cutest thing. Shame he was gonna eat her later, he thought.
After a few moments of scritching, she hopped down, grabbed her carrot, and ran off, waving to Aaron as she left.
"So cute," Aaron said, leaning up against a wall... accidentally triggering a device that send him sliding down a tunnel and into a lush oasis. He wasn't as surprised as he would be, as he knew from the show that Washu had installed these hot springs throughout the house. But goodness, was it beautiful.
"Who the..." said a voice. "Oh. It's you, that buddy of Tenchi's."
Aaron looked, and then blushed brightly. Sitting in one of the pools, gloriously nude, was Ryoko. Her long, fluffy white hair was tied back in a tail, a towel on her head. She was gloriously, shamelessly nude, Aaron getting a good look at her toned body and ample breasts. She was sipping sake, obviously very drunk. She gestured behind him. "You wanna get in, your clothes gotta come off. There's lockers behind you. Plus, you're American, right? Ever been in a Japanese bathhouse?"
Aaron turned, and indeed there were lockers, made from rocks and designed to blend in, behind him. "No, I haven't."
"You gotta wash off, first," she said. "There's a cleaning area behind the lockers. Soap and stuff's there, plus towels. You're not supposed to put the towels in the water once you get in, but no one really pays attention to that. Water here's always clean anyway."
Aaron nodded, and did as he was told. Once washed up, he took a risk and came out with the towel over his shoulder instead of around his waist. "You don't mind if I join you?" he asked.
Ryoko shrugged. "Sure, why not?" she said. "It's not like Tenchi ever wants to see this..." she muttered bitterly, sipping her sake.
Aaron slid down into the water next to her. He took the sake she offered, and relaxed. This really was nice...
"It's just..." Ryoko said, turning. Aaron could see that she had been crying. "I wish Tenchi would do SOMETHING! I love him so much, and yet no matter what I do he won't DO anything! Christ, I'd accept sharing him with the others at this point!" She stood up, Aaron blushing as he admired her shapely form. His eyes went to her pussy, at the shaved white bush there. "I mean... Look at me! There is clearly something there to arouse a guy, right?"
Aaron nodded vigorously, his cock erect just from being near her.
Ryoko noticed, smirking a little. "Right! Even without you nodding, your broadsword there would prove my point! So why the fuck won't he make a decision?!" she said, splashing down into the water.
Aaron thought carefully on how to play this. "...Some guys just don't want to offend anyone. He's maybe afraid of losing all the friendships he's made if he does something."
"That's stupid," Ryoko said, chugging from her sake bottle. "That's... fuck offense, I just want to know one way or another. It's been years now..."
She slumped over, and to Aaron's delight, leaned against his shoulder. He put his arm around her and hugged the drunken space pirate, considering what to do...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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