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Keitaro Urashima was not in the best of places right now. He had a simple goal in life, get into Tokyo University. What he would do there after getting into the prestigious college was unclear, but he knew he had to get there. So he studied for hours. Cram school after cram school after tutor. And the result of all this hard work?
48. Out of 100.
It was admittedly an improvement over his first exam. But a second failure was too much for the Urashima family. As such, his parents had set up an ultimatum. Namely that they wouldn’t support their son for a third failure. So it was either go to a different college that his academic talents could reach, or he could continue his attempts to reach Toudai on his own dime.
This is why Keitaro was currently walking the streets with only a backpack with his possessions on hand. Because he had chosen the second option. Kanako had begged him not to go, to try something else. But he knew he had to continue this journey. He couldn't give up hope, he had to achieve his dream.
Getting to Tokyo University was the goal that kept him going. He had always been a bit of a loner as a youth. It was hard to make friends, especially female friends. But he remembered one girl when he was young. It was so long ago he couldn’t remember her name, or even her face 100% clearly. But he remembered The Promise. He and that girl had promised to reach Tokyo U together. And by god he would keep that promise.
He just needed a place to stay. And while he could get a job and room with Masayuki or Kimaki, there was one opportunity to have a place to stay to study without having to worry about rent. Or bills.
So this journey had led Keitaro to a fairly large, three story, fancy looking building. The Hinata House. A hotel owned and ran by his grandmother. Hopefully she’d have a room to spare, and he’d even be willing to help out a bit, when not studying.
But his grandmother hadn’t been there. In fact, the inn seemed rather empty. He supposed it wasn’t the tourist season so it might be closed. So he had wandered around a bit and found out that the Hinata House had its own hotspring! Score! A nice way to relax and prepare himself for begging his grandmother for lodging.
“OK Grandmother, I know my parents probably told you about…” Keitaro muttered to himself, trying to practice the speech he’d give to her. It was at this point he learned that Hinata House was not as abandoned as he had previously thought.
“All right! Hot Spring time!” A voice came out behind him, and Keitaro saw someone new slip into the open air bath. A woman, with long reddish hair and wearing nothing but a half-assed towel slipped into the bath. Next to him.
“Man, nothing better than a hot spring bath in the afternoon.” She said, stretching her arms out and letting the towel slip from her chest. Now this was not quite as… revealing, to her fellow bather as one might think. Keitatro was very nearsighted, and without his classes on he mostly saw similar levels of detail as a doll.
But that didn’t change the reality. There was a woman. Naked, in the bath with him. And she didn’t seem bothered. A light croaking sound, similar to a very distressed frog, came out of Keitaro’s mouth.
“You know, I think they’ve gotten bigger.” She said, prodding at her chest and giving Keitaro a slight smile. “Not as big as yours though.”
Not as big as… oh god did she somehow think he was someone else? How?”
That’s when the woman leaned in closer to him. Smiling coyly, “I’ll beat you one day though!” Her breasts were perfectly fine in Keitaro’s opinion and he didn’t need her getting so touchy! Her hands were on his shoulders now and the natural reaction from a naked woman getting so close was… “Eh?” She paused, “What’s that… thing?” She looked over him, and then reached over to the rocks at the side of the bath. Grabbing a pair of glasses and putting them on.
“Err… hi? Look, I can explain.” Keitaro said, trying to avoid his inevitable doom.
”Eeeek! Pervert!” The woman shrieked, and Keitaro learned a third thing about her. That she had an incredible body, was practically blind without glasses, and finally that she had a mean right hook.
Needless to say that was only the start of his misfortune. After being decked by the nearsighted woman, he accidentally groped the woman who presumably the first was comparing her breasts to, knocked over a foreign, ran into another woman ready to behead him, and flashed a younger girl.
Before finally finding salvation in his older cousin/aunt who also lived at the inn. Haruka Urashima.
Without shame Keitaro hid behind her, the wrath of the other women being temporarily held at bay.
“Well hey Keitaro.” She said, taking a drag of her cigarette, “I see you’ve met the tenants.”
“Miss Haruka!” The nearsighted woman said, “That pervert snuck into the baths!”
“Nobody was there!” Kietaro protested, looking at the group of women staring at him. Thankfully, only two of them seemed to be actively pissed off. First there was the nearsighted one, but his cheek still smarted from that punch.
“Letchers like him deserve no mercy Miss Urashima.” The other woman that was pissed at him said. She was wearing a hakama and had a bokken in her hands. Keitaro had seen her cut through a stone with that wooden sword, and thus had no interest in seeing what she could do with his soft fleshy body.
“I mean, uh, he just seems scared…” The younger girl he had flashed said. She was blushing and not looking at him directly. Oh god how much had she seen.
“Heh, I don't mind. If he’s good I’ll give him another handful.” The big breasted woman he had accidentally groped gave him a sly wink, and Kietaro wondered how painful his death would be if he took her up on that offer.
“He’s funny.” The dark skinned foreigner girl said, with an accent he didn’t recognize.
If Haruka was in any way affected by the collective before her she didn’t show it. She just took another drag and continued to speak, “He’s my cousin, Keitaro.”
“That doesn’t matter!” The nearsighted woman said, “He’s a man, he has no place here!”
“Now wait a minute! You heard Aunt Haruka! My grandmother owns this place!” Keitaro protested, “I was just visiting!”
“Yeah and this is an all women dormitory, no men allowed!” She snapped back.
“Eh? I thought it was a hotel!?” Keitaro said.
“They did call it that for a bit. But a women’s dorm is easier to deal with.” Haruka said.
“Where’s Grandma? She can explain everything!?” Keitaro asked. Surely his grandmother would keep these women from killing him.
“Not here.” Haruka explained, “She’s retired, and went on a world wide tour last year.”
“Last year!?” Keitaro said.
“Yup.”
“That’s right, Miss Haruka is the dorm manager, so she’s going to kick you out now!” The nearsighted woman said.
“Eh… no.” Haruka said.
“Eh!?” All the girls but the groped one said at once.
At those words Haruka pulled out some papers, “Grandma faxed these here this morning. I thought I had more time to tell you, didn’t think he’d be showing up today.” She glanced back at Keitaro, still cowering behind her. “So Grandma heard about your parents… ultimatum.”
“What ultimatum?” The sword wielding woman said.
“Basically he’s got to get a job while studying to get into college.” Haruka said, “And she figured that with her retirement there’s a job perfect for him. She said he’s even the right age for it.”
“She’s giving me a job?” Keitaro asked.
“Yup.” Haruka then pushed the papers into his hands, “Let me introduce you to your new landlord ladies!”
”WHAT!?” This got all five women shouting at once.
“You can’t be serious Miss Urashima.” The sword wielding woman said, “To allow a man into this place is…”
“It’s Grandma’s decision. She didn’t just give him the job of being the landlord, if he agrees to manage the Hinata House she’s giving it to him. He owns the place now. Of course, you’re free to go, and find a place with better rent than here, if you don’t want him around.”
Keitaro watched the five women huddle together, whispering to themselves. “Err… Aunt Haruka?”
Haruka twitched, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that.” She muttered, “What is it?”
“So Grandmother is really giving me the building?”
“Yup, the building and everyone in it.” She laughed as if that was a joke, before putting out her cigarette and walking past the huddled mass. “Well ladies, I have places to be.” She turned back to Keitaro, “Oh yeah, Keitaro, be sure to follow the instructions on the note I left you.”
The five women turned to look at him, their conversation seemingly done. “Well… I guess if you’re owning the place we don’t have a choice.” The nearsighted woman said, pointing at him, “But don’t you think we’ll allow any lechery just because you’re the landlord! The Hinata House is still a place for women, you interloper!”
Great, they weren’t going to kill him. Now for the next problem, “Uh… can I go get dressed?” After all, he still had on nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He hadn’t had time to get changed after being chased front he bath, after all.
The younger girl blushes, the sly woman snickers, and the swordswoman and future champion boxer scowled. But, they did step aside and allow him to pass
There was, of course, a room set aside for the landlord. So Keitaro ended up settling into it and looking over the information provided. First, there were the documents proving he owned everything. It was, in fact, a contract. If he signed it and agreed to become the manager of Hinata House, he would become the owner of the property. Since he had come here for the sake of getting a job and shelter anyways, it was an easy agreement.
Next came information on the five tenants.
The foreign girl is named Kaolla Su, and apparently had come here for some “Tune ups” whatever that meant.
The younger girl is Shinobu Maehara. Apparently her parents had divorced and chose to move into the Hinata House rather than live with either of them.
The woman who had teased and taunted him with her breasts is Mitsune Konno, though according to the notes she liked to be called “Kitsune.” She’s a freelance writer and, as such, spends much of her time at the House.
The scary woman with the sword is Motoko Aoyama. Apparently a member of a family of… demon slayers(?!?!) She was a student of the Shinmei-ryu style of swordsmanship and was here at the Hinata House for “training.”
And finally the nearsighted woman with the powerful punch was Naru Narusegawa. She was in her last year of high school and was actually preparing for college like him.
It was a little weird that the notes on the girls included things like their three sizes and “gift preferences” rather than things relevant to being their landlord, but Keitaro figured it was his grandmother teasing him.
Finally, there was the note. It wasn’t faxed over like the rest. It was written in Haruka’s handwriting.
Once the sun sets, head over to one of the girls in their rooms and ask them about “The Arrangement”. Be sure to use that exact phrasing, or else it won’t trigger right.
It was odd, but Keitaro didn’t see any reason not to listen to his Aunt’s advice. He peeked out the window, and the moon was clearly visible. “OK then…” He considered which girl to ask, but he didn’t even know if any of them would be in their rooms at this time. So he decided to pick a room at random. “Room… 304.” He poked his finger at the Hinata House floor plan.
According to the notes that was… Naru’s room. Great. Hopefully knocking politely would keep her from punching him again.
Keitaro knocked three times on the door, and waited to see if Naru would respond.
“Who is it?” Her voice rang from behind the door.
Keitaro cleared his throat, “Uh, it’s me, Keitaro… your new landlord.”
Another pause, and the door opened, Naru gave him a low intensity glare. She wasn’t actively pissed at him, but it was clear she wasn’t happy to see him. But despite that Keitaro couldn’t help but be taken aback by her beauty. Actually all five girls were quite lovely, and even wearing a plain tshirt, jeans, and a glare couldn’t hide Naru’s attractiveness. “What do you want?” She asked.
“There’s some, uh, things we need to go over.” Keitaro said, “Can I come in?”
Another pause, before she sighed. Deciding that it might not be best to be too prickly with her landlord. “Fine.” She stepped aside. The rooms at the Hinata House were quite nice. Each one included a bedroom, and two other smaller rooms. Naru had turned one of them into what looked like a study, with desks and a bunch of books. It seemed Naru preferred a western style bed, so Keitaro sat on that as she turned to face him.
“So what is it?” She asked.
OK, now time to see what that weird note Haruka left him was all about. “Right, uh, so I need to talk about The Arrangement.”
The effect upon hearing those words was… not what Keitaro expected. He had expected her to scoff and give some mocking explanation of whatever that “Arrangement” was. But instead her eyes seemed to glaze over, and her expression became blank. Then she snapped back to reality, and did the least likely thing Keitaro could imagine. She got down to her hands and knees and bowed before him.
“I’m sorry Master for how I acted this morning. I know I’m unaware of my place during the day but still, to blame you for me walking in on you?! It’s just my own insecurities as a woman. Nothing you did.”
“What.” Keitaro said. “Miss Naru!? What are you… Master!? Why are you calling me that!”
“Oh yes,” Naru stood up, having apparently satisfied whatever urge drove her to apologizing. “It seems Madam Haruka wanted one of us to explain it to you, rather than herself. I suppose it'd be more believable hearing it from our own mouths.” She licked her lips at that, and for some reason Keitaro imagined her using her mouth for something else.
“Explain what? Why are you calling me Master?!” Keitaro said.
“Yes that. It’s because you are, Master Keitaro. Every woman who is a ‘tenant’ here at Hinata House is the property of the owner, which is you now.” Naru said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She tapped her chin, “So my body, mind, and soul belong to you now. Let me show you.” At those words she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Keitaro couldn’t look away as she then pulled off her jeans and panties. Revealing her naked body to him, and with his glasses on he could see it in perfect detail.
Naru leaned forward, smiling in the same coy way she had that afternoon, cupping her breasts with her hands. “If I had been in my right mind I would have let you sample me then and there Master.” She said, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. Which was also reacting similarly to the earlier afternoon.
“R-right mind?”
“Ah yes. Our conditioning can only be active at night Master. During the day we are our old selves, before we joined the Hinata House. We do not remember any activities you may have us perform in our capacity as members of the House during the day. So do forgive any further transgressions Master. We can’t help it.” Her hands then slipped down, and grabbed at his waist.
Oh god. She was going to strip him too. Keitaro tried to tell her to stop, he really did. But having a beautiful woman like her naked, smiling, and stripping him, wasn’t something he could resist. So instead he asked a question. “What… activities are we talking about here?”
Naru pulled down his pants, she was very efficient about it. Then she gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. “Ah yes. You see, while the Hinata House may have the cover of being an inn… or a girls' dorm, the truth is that it is a brothel. Catering to exclusive tastes. The clientele that come here are quite wealthy, how do you think Lady Urashima can afford a trip around the world going over a year?”
A brothel!? This was… his grandmother was… was running a whorehouse!? and Haruka was in on it!?
“You mean… you…”
“Yes. I and the other women here work as prostitutes for the House. To facilitate this we each have several mental configurations. This is the default one we all share, Master. A simple “Sex Slave” setting. We all have different ones, to cater to different tastes. My other settings include Dominatrix and Bimbo, as well as a few others." At this point all Keitaro had on was his socks. He couldn’t even pretend to hide the erection, especially as Naru had gently grabbed his dick.
“I.. I see… so.. You guys… how does it work?”
“Clients call in advance, tell you their preferences and you arrange for one of us to greet him. Thanks to the conditioning within the House they can indulge in any sort of mind control fantasy and none of the other inhabitants will question anything.” She smiled slyly, “I recall a few months back when one client wished to engage with a fantasy where nobody would notice him fucking his woman of choice. I was screwed on the table while everybody else ate dinner, nobody reacted. Since they were programmed not to for that session.” She paused, “Of course that was a particularly expensive client, as technically it used all five of us. Most will not be so elaborate.” She began stroking his dick, still smiling like this was just an ordinary job interview.
“So.. has it been closed?” He suddenly asked, “Since Grandma…”
“Business has gone down since Madam Haruka has her own duties and can’t arrange as many clients. But now that you’re here Master, the Hinata House can get back into full swing.” She leaned in close, as if to kiss him. “So Master, to celebrate, what do you wish of me today? I can continue this handjob, or we can do something further.”
Perhaps someone with more backbone would have said no. Perhaps they would have run from this situation. But Keitaro was not a strong willed man, and a beautiful woman stroking his dick was not something he could run away from.
So his hands went up to Naru’s rear, and lifted her up. His head moved up to make the kiss real. She took the hint, opening her mouth to kiss him. Her tongue ran across her lips as she climbed up onto his lap. He felt her wetness as she grinded against his lap, it was clear that she was turned on by this situation just as much as he was. With the very hand that had punched him earlier that day she guided his cock into her. It slid in with no resistance, her body having prepared itself well in advance of his entrance.
“Masssttterr….” She groaned as he entered her, “Oh yeah… it’s been too long… ah…” Her hips began bucking, driving his dick deeper and deeper inside her. Her body clenched to hold it tight. To someone who had never even dated a woman before it was incredible.
“Oh god…” Keitaro groaned, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them tightly as she rode him. “So… all of them…”
“Yes Master, you own us so… god… you alone can use … ah… us as you like. Feel free to sample all the merchandise!” She panted, her hands gripping his back. Her nails dug into him and Keitaro wondered if there’d be scratches. But that would be worth it, gripping her ass he helped control the pace moving her faster and faster.
“Oh yeah… a Master who can.. Fuck me Master! Use your whore!” Naru shouted, loud enough for the other residents of the Hinata House to hear.
But why would they care? They were all in the same position. All five of them had come here, and through whatever magic the former owner of the House had worked, became part of it. And now Keitaro owned it, and them. So he watched her composure vanish, a calm smile devolving into wonton panting. Whatever had been done to their minds made them very sensitive to sex, and even with someone as inexperienced as Keitaro she let out a cry as she orgasmed, this sudden tightening and shuddering was enough to finally rob him of control.
“Ah…” Naru leaned against him, cum leaking out around his dick. “Well Master, do you have any more questions?”
“Uh… no. You can, uh, go back to whatever it was you were doing.” Keitaro said.
With those words Naru got off him, smiling. “Alright Master, so tell me, do you want to have me like this all the time at night, or should I keep my default personality on until you chose?”
Keitaro considered that. He recalled Naru’s face as she had shifted from the sour girl mad at a man for seeing her naked to a devoted sex slave. It brought a shudder of excitement through his body. “Until I ask about the Arrangement again, you can go back to normal once I leave the room.”
Naru nodded in understanding, “Of course Master, I look forward to our next client.”
With those words, Keitaro and Naru got dressed. And as he left her room, she forgot all about it.
Somehow Keitaro wasn’t surprised to see Haruka leaning against the wall as he left Naru’s room, shutting the door behind him. She had another cigarette in hand, and upon noticing him lit it and took a drag.
“They don't allow smoking inside.” He said.
Haruka sighed, “Fine. I guess if you’re the boss now I’ll just have to take it outside from now on.” Notably she didn’t put it out, “But one last time, to celebrate passing this job onto you.”
“A brothel, really? And with.. Whatever that is!?”
“Mind Control. Plenty of people like it, and well, Grandma always had good business sense.” Haruka said, taking a deep drag and blowing out a fair bit of smoke. “And it’s all in the contracts they signed when moving in, so don’t worry about consent or anything like that.” She looked him before putting out her cigarette, “Besides I could hear you fucking Naru from the hot springs, so don’t try anything high and mighty Keitaro.”
He supposed she had a point. “So.. now what?”
Haruka pulled out another stack of papers, “You start doing your job as the Manager of the Hinata House.”
Keitaro looked at the documents, “And those are?”
“Clients. Pick some, and tell me when they’re coming over and any prep work we need to do with the girls.” She gave him a grin, “Welcome to the Family Business Keitaro. This should give you all the support you need while you scrape and struggle your way into Toudai.”