Tokyo Transfer (Closed for Sky and JC)

Sky Jade

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Josh stood outside the gate of Tokyo High. He had transferred here from America as part of a student exchange program. He was ok with the Japanese language, knowing enough to get by. He had recently turned 18, only a few days before the school term started.

He stood about 5'11 and had short black hair. His body was more of an athletic build, though it didn't show too much beneath the white button up shirt and black pants that he had to wear as part of the school uniform.

He sighed softly as he walked through the gate, moving along with the other students. His backpack was slung over his right shoulder, swing back and forth slowly as he was only using one strap. He paused for a moment in front of the little box which had his name on it. He took off his shoes as he pulled the school slippers out of his box. He put the slippers on and then placed his shoes back in the box.

He pushed his glasses up for a moment as his blue eyes peered around for a moment.

"Now I have to find the room where I was supposed to take one last test. Where was it again?"

He reached into his backpack for a moment and pulled out the school map he had been sent.

"Room 3-b..3-B.."
 
"Aiyaa, aiyaa! I'll be laaaaate!"

Mai Miyamoto scurried down the paved street, soft black shoes running through the grass near the sidewalk as cherry blossoms fluttered down around her. Her big dark almond-shaped eyes open wide with a dramatic expression of girlish fear, her small nose leading down to lips pouting in worry, she ran, her arms pumping, ignoring the display her uniform was giving. None of the passerbys ignored it, for sure.

Mai was a student at Tokyo High, and a proud descendent of the famous samurai warrior Musashi Miyamoto, founder of the Niten-ryu two-swords style. A clever girl, she learned to resite the entirity of Gorin no Sho, Musashi's philosophical text, at age twelve, and used his philosophy of heiho to become a skilled poet and artist. While the only female member of her school's kendo swordfighting team, there is one area she has ignored -- sexuality. A desperately virtuous girl, she remains untouched by any of the boys at her school, much to the disappointment of the entire kendo team.

What is hard to ignore, however, is the Tokyo High girl's uniform. Like a catholic schoolgirl's uniform only much better, her light green skirt flares up, revealing lacy lavender-purple panties that frame her sweet, round ass, a juicy reminder of her femininity. Even better, perhaps, is her low buttoned blouse, her round, ample chest bouncing as she runs, giving flashes into the deep cleavage of her bosom. She is quite a curvy, slender sight, her long dark hair held back by a dark green ribbon, and she succeeds in attracting everyone's notice before she finally barges through the double-doors to the school, panting heavily and slinging her backpack down to take a breather. She leans over, shaking her head, and reminds herself to do more stamina training.

Josh, behind her, looks up in surprise at her entrance, only to get an eyeful of purple panty and long, tanned, coltish legs before she finally rises and turns, the shorter Asian girl looking up at him, blinking, and then flashing a cute smile.

Handsome gaijin! Where did he come from?

"Haa! Who are you, sir?" she asks, her voice breathless but chipper, her eyes innocent. "Are you a new student?"
 
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Josh blinks a couple of times as he looks up, getting the view of the Asian girl's purple panties and long tanned legs. It takes him a moment to get refocused and look up at her face, at least for the moment.

"Umm..yeah. I just transferred here from America. I was just looking at the school map to figure out where I was supposed to go."

Damn, she is cute.

He smiled a little sheepishly.

"I am not really sure how to get there myself. I've only been here once, just to register."
 
"Ahh! Lucky!"

She says the last word in English, her accent sounding rather cute. She smiles and bends down over his map and schedule, showing a peek of cleavage as she does so, her barely decent blouse not disguising the perky, supple spheres very well. While not overly large, her breasts are surprisingly big for a girl of her stature -- and in her position, they look as though they might just spill out of her shirt.

"Let see here... room 3-B! That's my classroom!" She looks up, smiling into his eyes, looking very pleased. "You can sit next to me. My name is Mai. Miyamoto Mai." She rights herself, and her round chest jiggles slighty, straining against the buttons of her small white blouse. Their movement is nearly hypnotic. No wonder this school is so popular.

"But what is your name?"
 
He couldn't help but let his gaze look down at her cleavage as she bent over. He shifted a little, trying to his best to not get too aroused from the sweet and wonderful view she was giving him. He took a deep breath as she straightened back up, watchign her breasts bounce for a moment.

"Oh really? That sounds good. I hope you don't mind showing me around today. I tend to get around quick once I have been shown where to go."

He cleared his throat as he suddenly remembered that she had asked his name.

"It's Josh, Josh Robinson."

Since he probably wouldn't need it anymore, he folded the map up and shoved it into his backpack.
 
"Excellent! Let's go!" She grasped Josh's hand and practically dragged him with her, running to the classroom, already nearly late. Her little pleated skirt flared again, giving him only a little flash of tanned thigh and a small amount of panty before ducking away, seeming to taunt and tease him as a blissfully unaware Mai brought Josh to, in what seemed like only an instant, room 3-B. It was embarrassingly close to where he was.

"Here we are!" she said, and shoved open the door, revealing a large crowd of chattering students, both male and female, talking quickly in lilted Japanese. Mai led him through the crowd, waving hello to multiple people but never letting go of Josh's hand as she brought him to two empty desks. She sat in one, stretching out her shapely legs, and motioned for him to sit in the other.

"Hurry, before somebody else grabs it. First class is History. We're doing the Warring States period! They might even talk about my ancestor, Miyamoto Musashi! Ever heard of him? Famous samurai! Really really famous! Won over eighty duels and never lost a battle as a general! And started as a peasant, too, and became a samurai! Great, huh? I'm not a bad kendoka myself... one of the best in the class, actually! Oh... but class is starting. Shh! I'll talk to you afterwards!"

She gives him some paper and a pen to take notes on as Josh finds himself woefully short of supplies, and forty-five minutes pass, rather uneventfully. Despite the surprising number attractive girls around him, Josh finds his eyes often drawn to Mai's cute, serious expression as she takes notes, her coltish legs leading to one quietly tapping foot, high white socks covering a softly muscled calf.

When the class ends, Mai brings him out to her locker and opens it, revealing several very good drawings of samurai taped to the side. There's even a very realistic portrait of Mai herself, dressed as a ronin with two swords. The swords are cool, but the swell of her chest seems a little underdone. Whoever the artist was, they were a little embarrassed about that part. Then Josh sees the signature by each drawing: "Miyamoto Mai".

Even more interestingly, a fine-looking bamboo sword is leaned to the side next to stacks of books in her locker. Mai takes out several books, puts them in her backpack, and leaves some other books in the locker, closing it and locking it. She turns to her foreign friend and smiles winningly, tilting her head cutely, almond eyes flashing.

"You probably have a locker number on your schedule. Do you want to go get your textbooks and such from the supply room so you can be ready for our next class? We have fifteen minutes or so."
 
Josh smiled as Mai told about her history.

"That's interesting. I studied a little bit of Japanese history back home. I would like to hear more about your family."

He smiled for a moment as she gave him paper and a pencil to use. He looked up as class went on, listening to the teacher. Though the lecture was interesting for him, his attention was more focused on Mai. His eyes trailed over her long legs, and up over her body.

When she took him to her locker, he smiled seeing the pictures. When he noticed that she was the artist, he liked her even more. He felt that the talent shown by her drawing meant she had wonderful skill with her hands. He nodded at the mention of getting books for his class.

"Yeah, I didn't get to get my books earlier. So you might say my locker is a little empty."

He laughed softly at the joke for a moment before she grabbed his hand to lead him to the supply room.
 
Mai giggled and took Josh's hand, tearing through the hallway and past crowds of chattering students and weaving her way through the school halls. The area got progressively quieter and quieter, and the walls and floor seemed a little dusty.

"Kids don't usually hang out near the supply rooms," the pretty girl supplied, her skirt fluttering as she spoke, slowing her pace slightly. "It's a nice quiet place to study, though." She smiled up at Josh, and the angle gave him yet another pleasing glimpse at the beginnings of her cleavage.

"Here we are," she said, smiling and opening a small walk-in closet, revealing stacks of books and writing equipment lined up across the walls. She closed the door behind Josh and stepped forward a few paces, glancing around quietly and then peering down.

"Aha! You'll need this," she remarked cheerily, bending over to search through the stack of books. Her skirt flipped up nicely with the movement, and her delicious legs were completely revealed, along with her sweet rump framed by her lace-trimmed lavender-purple panties. The swells of her ass-cheeks were tightly hugged by the cloth of her panties, and the cloth decently covered the area between her legs, but hinted at the prize beneath.

"Hmm, now let's see..."
 
Josh smiled and nodded as he looked around as she led him down the hall.

"I'll have to remember that. "

He smiled down to her, his eyes drifting towards the hint of cleavage she was showing. He followed her into the supply room, looking around as she closed the door.

He leaned against one of the bookshelves as she bent over to get one of his books. He licked his lips as the view she was giving him aroused him a little. He blinked for a moment as he whistled softly, trying to keep calm. He didn't want to give her the wrong impression.

He smiled as he held his arms out as she began to stack his books up. Even the movement of her placing his books on his arms was enough to make her breasts bounce a little.

"Hey, what kind of clubs do you have at the school?"
 
Mai smiled with benign innocence as she stacked reams of paper, boxes of pencils and pens, and various textbooks and reading material in Josh's arms.

"Well, Kendo Club, of course! And then there are all sorts of sports. And the swimming team. I've done a little bit of everything, even the poetry and literature club, but I end up leaving most of them to focus on Kendo. I'm finally competing and representing my school -- I'm the only girl! My next tournament is in about two weeks, and if I win, I'll go to the regional championships. I haven't lost yet."

She tilts her head, her innocent smile slowly fading and a look of content, intelligent seriousness replacing it. "Combat... I enjoy it tremendously. It is heiho. The focus, the feeling, the being part of it. Theoretically, I can be good at anything, as long as I focus. I seem to have limitless potential, sometimes... and there is nothing I really desire, so..."

She blinked, seeming to think a few moments, and then smiled widely and leaned down, pleasantly flashing panty once again before rising with a small book in her hands. "Gorin no Sho. The Book of Five Rings. My ancestor's tenets of philosophy. Here, take it. No one will mind." She placed it lightly on top of Josh's small stack of books.

"Most girls do archery. I've gotten pretty good at that too, but I seem to have more of an attunement to the sword. I just spend most of my free time practicing, or drawing, or working on my calligraphy and writing haiku... listening to the garden at my house..."

Her eyes had unfocused for a moment, as she talked lazily about herself, and she immediately jerked back, remembering how long she had been speaking. She actually seemed quite flustered at her moment of inattention, and blushed slightly. The rosy tint to her cheeks only made her look even cuter. "Ah, but I blather on! Gomennasai, forgive me, Josh."

Her English phrase 'forgive me' came out quite cute as well. As a matter of fact, the way she had been saying his name -- sounding similar to "Yosh", with a short o rather than a long one -- was cute too. She seemed innocent and sweet, yet curvy and delicious, but smart as well. How did she manage it? Surely she must have a boyfriend.

"But what are your hobbies, Josh?"
 
He grinned softly as he listened to her, noticing how her cheeks turned red as she spoke.

"Oh it's ok. I enjoyed hearing you talk about yourself. Well let's see. I have done some praticing with a rapier, gotten pretty good with it actually. As far as my hobbies, I play soccer, read books, and watching nature. I had a few friends back home but I spent my time exploring the woods near where I live."

He shifted the stack of books to one arm as he pushed his glasses up once more. She was cute in every way, from the way she spoke to how she moved even. He looked down at the books and then back up to her.

"Well, that looks like all of them are here. Better run to my locker and class. I'll meet you there."

He pulled the door open and made his way back to his locker. He unloaded the books into the locker as his mind wandered to Mai for a few moments, his eyes unfocusing. He came back to reality and hurried to the classroom. There was one seat left and it was by Mai. He smiled at the luck, giving her a smile as he took his seat.

The day flew by quickly, most of the school day spent with Mai. He didn't notice the looks of jealous some of the other guys were giving him just yet. Since this was the day to join any clubs, he decided to join the soccer club. The meeting was relativily short, so he waited by the front ground for Mai.

He waved to her for a moment when she came into view from the direction of the clubhouses. He smiled to her as they walked down the street.

"So where do you live at Mai?"

He had just finished speaking when he tripped on the edge of the curb as they were crossing the street. His arms went out to try and catch his balance and find somethign to grab a hold of. His left hand foundt the street lamp, but his right hand foundt Mai's ass. Luckily his heavy backpack slid down his arm, causing it to move away from her ass.
 
(THE IMAGE: Make the shirt a little less decent, the hair dark, and the panties lacier, and you've got Mai. ^_^)

She carried her bamboo sword with an easy grace as she walked with Josh, chatting amiably. "So you practice with the sword too, huh? I see it as more of a spiritual exercise, myself, but I mostly focus on the katana -- I've practiced with the nodachi, the wakizashi, the tanto, the rapier, and the saber, but only in spurts in between my katana practice. There's the nagitana, too, of course, but that's really heavy. Spears aren't my style, but I suppose they're good for some things. My combat class teacher says we might try a melee sometime! That would be fun. I'd like to simulate a real battle." Her hips sway unconsciously as she walks and talks, her ample chest held by a bra, obviously, but still jiggling at times with her movement. While her breasts are not too big, so they would not get in the way during a fight, they just seem surprisingly large on her frame.

"Ahh, I live very close by! Josh, why don't you come for dinner? My parents would love to meet you, I'm sure. You can see my meditative garden, and we can help each other study. I can help you get into gear. This must be a big change for you. I--"

He tripped.

As he fell, his hand landed on one cheek of her ass just at the moment that her skirt flopped up, flashing her lavender panties. His palm pressing forward, he squeezed slightly, instinctively...

Soft, and warm. Toned muscle, but delicious, juicy, ripe. Like lightly baked, still-warm dough, her asscheek filled his hand, and made him feel a pang of hunger simmer through his body, as though her posterior was, in fact, the dough it felt like. She was strong, obviously, and quite intelligent, and seemingly quite innocent -- but what an ass!

And then, like a fleeting dream, his hand slipped away, and he nearly fell, only his grip on the lightpost saving him and his glasses.

"Oh, Josh!" Mai said, turning to him with a look of worry. "Are you okay?"

Could she really have not felt his touch?

She reached down and took his hand -- the same hand that had touched her sweet, round bottom -- and helped lift him up with a little grunt of exertion. "There you go... Josh, I--"

"Miyamoto Mai!"

Her eyes suddenly focused, turning sharp. Alive. Her gaze slowly turned to the side. A young man stood in the middle of the street, holding a bamboo practice sword threateningly. He had a bandage on his head, and there was a bruise on his cheek. Mai turned to him, slipping her backpack down to the ground. Her skirt fluttered lightly in the breeze.

"Tsugimaru Kojiro? What is it?" Her voice was strong and clear, but not threatening, like his.

"Miyamoto Mai, I challenge you! I will defeat you this time! I feel my spirit burning! I am ready! I will prove to you I am strong, and I will make you mine!"

Mai glanced over at Josh, and her eyes softened. She smiled, a little apologetically. "He's a member of the Kendo Club. A lot of them do this from time to time. Sometimes they even come to my house. After I beat them, my mother makes them tea. And they always say that 'make you mine' line. I wonder, sometimes, what they mean. But it doesn't bother me much. I enjoy the fights... they are good practice, because my opponents are always very serious, for some reason."

She turned back to Kojiro, and her wooden sword slid forward in her hand. She raised it, but her posture was relaxed -- her normal walking posture. Kojiro's posture was aggressive, his sword up and centered, his right foot forward.

"If you want to fight me again, Kojiro, I'll oblige you. But I think you should rest. I already killed you four times today."

He grimaced, a light blush rising to his cheeks, but it faded quickly as he snarled, his spirit rising again.

"You're mine, Miyamoto!!"

He charged, rushing forward with a cry of "Hiiii-aaaaah!"

Mai walked forward, calmly but intently, each step meaning something, her arms relaxed but appearing alert in and of themselves, her eyes clear and focused, seeing everything but not focused on one thing in particular. Kojiro charged, speeding up, and ran at a surprising pace until getting within range, and he swung an arcing blow that seemed to strike high until it swept low at startling speed.

It would have cleaved Mai's legs off, had it been a real sword. Or had he not already been lying on the ground, winded, due to Mai's preemptive attack.

"Find a rhythm, Kojiro. Speed is not the answer. Speed is hastiness." Mai smiled, tilting her head with soft eyes, looking surprisingly cute. "Fight like you live. Seek only to cut." She sheathed her sword and walked back over to Josh. Kojiro sighed heavily as he stood up, rubbing his abdominal area gingerly.

"M-Mai... I swear... I'll..." He looked up at her as she walked toward Josh, and Josh could see his eyes widen at the sight of her swaying ass, her skirt flipping up slightly. A blush shot into the young Japanese's cheeks, and he swallowed visibly, his eyes softening dreamily, before he got up and trudged away, shaking his head wearily.

"So, Josh... do you want to go to my house for dinner?" Mai sounded as though nothing had happened -- as though duels in the street were commonplace.
 
Josh smiled to her as she helped him up. He was about to thank her when the other Japenese student appeared, challenging her. He nodded softly as Mai explained what was going on.

"ok."

He picked his book bag and reshouldered it as he turned to watch her fight. He glanced around for a moment to see if anyone else was around to notice, but he didn't see anyone.

He looked back at her, watching her agile, yet supple form as she moved. He licked his lips softly for a moment and then it was over. When he saw the boy blush, he knew what he was thinking. He blinked for a moment and then smiled to Mai.

"Sure I would love to come and have dinner at your place."

And get to see more of her sweet body, hopefully.

"Shall we go then?"

He offered his hand to her and smiled when she took it. He gave her hands a squeeze to see if she would ntoice.

"Maybe we could spar together sometime."
 
Mai led Josh to her front door and unlocked it, squeezing his hand before letting it go and smiling at him in a friendly manner. She didn't seem to be uncomfortable in the slightest -- in fact, she seemed completely oblivious to every glance he shot at her rump or her chest, and didn't seem to think anything of his squeeze of her hand.

"My parents won't be home for a few hours," she said, smiling. "My father is a professor of ancient philosophy at Tokyo University, and my mother is a manager at a florist's. Neither of them much understand how much I enjoy combat, but I guess they figure at each somebody is continuing the Miyamoto family honor! Haha!" She giggles cheerfully, and lets Josh into a spacious front room. The house is somewhat small, of course, but quite attractively decorated; the family seems to be somewhat well off, if not rich.

"Put your books on the sofa. I generally practice swordfighting or painting for a while, and then I meditate in the garden. It's nice... I have some clever friends who I like to talk to, but most of the time I just like to sit and think by myself." She turned to Josh and smiled cutely. "Make yourself comfortable! There are some sodas in the fridge, and you can turn on the TV, if you like. We get cable for the history channel, because I never watch it for anything else."

She walked off into one of the side rooms, and glancing through the window, Josh saw it was her room -- surprisingly sparsely decorated, only with very good drawings of her own, apparently, as well as a couple stuffed animals, but the cute wallpaper seemed appropriate for a young lady, unlike everything else. The swords on the wall also seemed out of place.

Unfortunately, it seemed she was used to being alone in the house, because she didn't close the blinds on the window; and looking towards her chest of drawers with an air of thoughtfulness, Mai began to unbutton her white blouse right in front of the window...
 
He was a little disappointed that she didn't really give any reaction to his glances at her or his touching. Though he was sure that might not last long.

"Oh they won't be? They sound interesting, I can't wait to meet them."

He took his time looking around the spacious room, smiling a little. It reminded him a little bit of home. He dropped his book bag on the sofe as she suggested and went to grab a soda from the fridge as she suggested.

He paused for a moment looking through the windows. He blinked and almost spilled the soda as he opened it as She began unbuttoning her shirt right in front of the window. He licked his lips as her bra covered breasts were slowly revealed.

He gulped softly as he watched her undress and get changed, not even noticing he was looking. He jumped as she moved to the door and leaped onto the couch as if nothing happened, though he ended up spilled some of the soda on his white school shirt, leaving a nice wet stain.
 
Mai shook back her hair, her eyes calm and half-closed as her white blouse slipped to the floor. Her bra was lavender-purple and somewhat lacy, like her panties, and it lifted her breasts up nicely, the flesh welling up between the cups. She dropped her skirt and proceeded to slip out of her black shoes, revealing all her underwear -- a surprisingly sexy ensemble, actually, but not so sexy as to make one think she expected others to see it. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved, and she smiled as she walked over, looking through her drawers with a softly cheerful expression.

It was like something out of a dream.

She slipped on a small pink t-shirt with the word Angel emblazoned on it in sparkly purple English, obviously an American import, that hugged her chest tightly and lifted up, baring a line of her midriff. She pulled up a comfortable looking pair of sweatpants, thin instead of baggy, and tight though not overly so, with the words "Tokyo High Kendo Team" written on the leg in red Japanese. She walked out, barefoot, and Josh struggled to look innocent on the couch. It was hard, however, as the unbelievably lucky sight had made his manhood a bit more excited than before...

"Hey, Josh! Thanks for waiting. I hope you weren't too bored," she said, grinning cheerfully as she walked over to the refridgerator and opened it, getting herself a soda too before walking over and plopping down on the couch herself.

"Hmm," she mused, smiling cutely, "I guess relaxing in front of the TV isn't so bad. Heeheehee!" She turned to Josh, tilting her head slightly, an innocent look in her intelligent eyes. "So, did you say you wanted to spar me sometime? Hahah, you could use my rapier, if you like, but I'm a little tired out at the moment. You should fight me in my prime." She took a drink of her soda, leaning back, her chest pressing forward and swelling slightly, giving the word Angel a three-dimensional look to it as it curved around her ample bosom. "So, you're all finished with the admissions tests now?" she remarked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Somehow, even that looked cute. Or he was just horny, so that made everything look good.

"In a little bit, let's get everything together so I can make sure you know what's going on. You're probably a little confused, since you haven't been to Tokyo High any previous years. I'll tell you about how it works, when you're ready. Of course, we don't really have any homework. It is the first day, after all." She tilted her head again. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?"
 
He smiled to her as she sat down on the couch. His blues eyes watched her every movement, though they did stray to her ample breasts as she drank her soda.

"Yes, That would be great to do. We can take a little break and then spar."

Her cute little movements only served to turn him on more. He lifted his leg up, placing his foot on the couch to hidden the bulge of his pants.

"Yeah, I'm all done with all the tests. I passed them with high grades."

He nodded softly as she mentioned about getting everything together so he knew what was going on. Sure, that stuff was important but it could wait for a little bit.

He smiled for a moment when she asked him what he wanted to do. See more of her beuatiful body was what he wanted to do, but he wasn't going to rush things. Instead of answering immediately, he leaned over to her and gave her a light kiss on her soft, sweet lips. He held it for a moment before he pulled away slowly.

"How about showing me your weapons you train with?"
 
"Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?"

He didn't say anything -- he just smiled. And then he leaned close. Mai blinked innocently, confused, as he pulled closer to her, and she lowered to soda, opening her mouth to ask if something was wrong. She didn't get the chance.

His lips covered hers, taking her breath away.

Her cheeks reddened quickly, turning a bright crimson as Josh kept his mouth in place, taking his time with the kiss. Her lips were sweet and soft, their ruby deliciousness parting slightly for him. For once, the astute and brave Mai Miyamoto had been taken by surprise. The handsome gaijin kissed her for a few more moments, and she did not resist, her eyes closing slightly, growing heavy-lidded, seemingly enjoying the kiss.

He pulled back, and smiled at her. Her breaths were ragged, her small pants causing her chest to rise and fall sensually. "How about showing me your weapons you train with?" he said casually, displaying either a great suaveness or a simple ignorance of the effect he had on her.

She answered with a stinging slap that snapped his head to the side painfully.

"Hentai baka!" she cried, getting to her feet immediately, and look at him with a panicked, betrayed expression. "J-Josh, w-what do you think you're doing? You can't just... I don't... you..." She looked as though, for a moment, she just wanted to ask him why, but her expression steeled, not simply aware like her calm combat expression, but actually aggressive. "...you don't think I'm one of those girls, do you? If you think I'm easy, you're mistaken!"

She glared at him, but not hatefully. She did, however, look a little betrayed, something that stabbed at his conscience.
 
Josh winced as she slapped him. He reached up and held his hand to his stinging cheek for a moment, wincing a little.

He lowered his eyes as she yelled at him, then stammering. He looks back, a bit of hurt in his eyes as he looks back at her.

"I never thought you were easy Mai. I liked you from when I first met you. I didn't mean anything bad by the kiss. I was just trying to let you know since you really didn't seem to respond earlier."

He sighs softly as he looks down at the couch for a moment. He picks up the half-full can of soda and uses it to ease the stinging in his cheek.
 
"Ahh... but..."

Looking a little ashamed of herself, Mai dropped her arms, flustered. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes soft. She was adorable, sexy, vulnerable. For that moment, Josh almost forgot that she was a fighter.

"...but nobody's ever kissed me before. I've never let a boy get so close to me, in fact... the only times boys are ever in my house is when I beat them and my mother helps them recover... I..."

The young Japanese girl tilted her head to the side, almost pouting slightly, before looking back at Josh, her expression a little more natural now, though a slight blush still remained. At least she hadn't noticed his hard-on. "Well... it's okay... but don't do it again!" Mai narrowed her eyes slightly, giving him a warning glare, which unfortunately looked quite cute. "Or I might challenge you to a duel. You wouldn't want that."

Finally, she giggled slightly, breaking the tension, and she took a sip of her soda. "I'm sorry I slapped you, Josh," she said, reaching over and placing her hand against his cheek. It was a surprisingly delicate touch. She smiled at him. "Would you like to see my rack, now? Of the weapons. They're in the back room, the training room."
 
Josh smiled softly to her as she explained things. He chuckled softly at the mention of challenge him to a duel. He considered himself pretty good, but it had been awhile since he had fought anyone.

He closed his eyes for a moemtn as she touched his stinging cheek lightly, her soft palm soothing for a moment. He opened his eyes and grinned softly.

"Sure, I would love to see your rack."

He licks his lips for a moment as he took a drink of his soda, glancing down at her soft ample breasts.
 
Not noticing his eyes aiming for the swell of her chest, Mai smiled and stood, turning, her firm, sweet ass snug around her thin sweatpants. She bent over to place her soda on the table, presenting her delicious rump to him for a few pleasant moments before rising and walking over to one of the doors and opening it. The sound of birdsong filtered through, and sunlight brightened the foyer slightly -- the door led outside.

"The weapons are in the small shrine in the garden. It's a great place to both practice and meditate. Come with me."

Josh got up and followed the beautiful samurai descendant into the light, and was stunned by what was revealed.

The garden was surprisingly large, considering the apparently size of the house from the front. Beautiful, colorful flowers of many varieties sprung from the soft loamy ground, framing a small valley of springy moss where the imprints of delicate feet remained, obviously the training area. A tinkling pond and small waterfall were in the corner of the garden, a small wooden device in the fountain filling with water and then falling down to release it with a thok, the sound rythymic and peaceful. A small, attractively styled shed stood in the other corner, and Josh turned to look at his companion, his eyes wide.

Mai walked through the paradise of flora like Eve through Eden, her bare feet rising and falling softly, soundlessly, her dark hair undone and falling more than halfway to her waist, sleek and beautiful. She was like a panther, like a lovely warrior-monk, like an angel descended from heaven. She was just a girl who liked to swordfight. She was descended from a famous samurai. Was he, somehow, divine? Had he granted her this aura?

She opened the door, and beckoned Josh to enter. Somewhat entranced, he followed her, and snapping back to reality, his eyes widened, impressed. There were several bamboo katanas, some well-used but all of good quality, one fine-looking metal katana, a short-bladed wakizashi, two knife-like tantos, a sleek Spanish rapier and a saber, a heavy no-dachi near the top, and at the very bottom, a halberd-like naganita. Several staves rested on smaller racks, and thick, resilient padding to be tied around metal weapons was rolled up and placed on those racks as well. In the center was a metal obelisk etched with Japanese names.

"Welcome to my family's shrine," she said, smiling over at Josh winningly. "We are not really Shintoists, of course, but the Miyamoto clan is brave and worthy of praise. I hope to someday also be called a warrior."

She turned back, looking down at the rack of weapons, facing away from her companion. "So what do you think?"
 
Josh's breath was taken away as he saw the beautiful garden. He followed after her almost as if he was in a trance. Words failed to describe what he thought about the is place well as her as he followed her.

He soon got ahold of himself as he saw the weapons, smiling. He looked over them for a few moments as Mai spoke.

"I believe you will make a great warrior Mai. You just have to keep it up in your training."

He smiled for a moemnt and then grinned for a moment.

"Perhaps we could have that duel now. What do you say?"

He moved pass her to the rack and took down the rapier carefully. He slowly unwrapped it and then took up a fighting stance, doing a few pratice swings. His movements were fluid and perfect, though his speed was a little slow.

He looked back to her and smiled. The best way to get her to duel...was another kiss. He moved closer to her and placed his hand gently on her soft cheek before he moved closer, giving her another sweet kiss, holding a little longer than the first before pulling away.
 
Mai beamed. "Really? You want to duel?" She smiled, watching him practice. "Wow; your form is good. You've certainly had enough pract--"

He cut her off by placing his hand on her cheek. She blinked, looking into his eyes, worry creasing her brow as she guessed what was coming a little too late, his lips pressing against hers again. She tensed, as if ready to pull away, but didn't, their lips caressing each other for a few moments before Josh finally pulled back. The lovely Japanese girl was blushing again, of course, and looked a little breathless this time. Her jaw worked, her mouth opening and closing, her eyes shocked. She same look of betrayal appeared, as he had kissed her despite her warning -- but more than that this time. The anger was there, stronger.

"B-Baka," she said, her eyes narrowing again. "You... I just told you... you have no respect!!"

Her arm stiffened, but she didn't not raise it; instead, she reached over and calmly picked up one of the worn bamboo practice swords. "Come outside," she said, her voice dangerously composed. "We shall see what will occur."

She walked past Josh, her hair brushing by him, her hips swishing as she exitted the shrine.
 
Josh didn't really seem the least bit worried about the duel they were about to have. He just smiled for a moment as he followed her out. Granted his school clothes weren't the best thing to fight in, but he didn't have any choice.

He watched her from behind as he followd her, enjoying the little show. As they got out into the garden, he stopped across from her as she stopped and turned to face him.

"I salute you..En Garde."

He only realized that she was at a bit of a disadvatage she she was using a practice sword and he still had the rapier. He steped back a little as she came at him, he could see the anger in her eyes. He twisted the blade as he blocked her attack, but the impact was just enough to crack the practice sword a hair.
 
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