"I, I'm okay for now." Ken was too confused. He felt odd, but at the same time he didn't feel like he needed the girls' help. At least he didn't think he felt that way. "I'll let you know if I do, though."
"All right then." Minako gave Ken a quick hug around the shoulder. "You let me know if you need any help, okay? Oh, and when you're ready, let me know what you want for lunch."
"O-okay!" He wasn't sure about anything else at the moment, but after that heavenly breakfast, Minako's cooking was definitely something he could get behind.
Yukari crossed her arms marched out of the room. "Just 'cause she can cook..."
Mitsuru took another deep breath. "Well, I guess now that business has been settled, the meeting is adjourned."
Minako and Mitsuru left the room first, their gazes staying on Ken until they were out the door. As he got up to leave, he was approached by Fuuka. "Ken?"
"Y-yeah, Fuuka?" Ken froze, recalling her odd questioning earlier that morning.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know." Ken tried to think, but his thoughts were just becoming so foggy. "It's been such a strange morning. I'm going to go back to my room and try to sort things out."
Ken and Fuuka left the meeting room together. As they headed downstairs to the dorm floors, Fuuka spoke up again. "Ken, are you sure you're all right?"
Ken shrugged. "Well, yeah, for now."
"Remember this morning when I offered you some assistance? You can still take it. I mean, that is if you want."
"Well, I--" Ken glanced up at Fuuka, and memories of the night's dream came to him. The way that Fuuka had caressed his rod with her hands as she kissed him... "--I guess I could use some help."
"Oh!" Fuuka blushed. "Well then, let's get back to your room for some privacy. I mean, if that's all right with you..."
Ken led the way back to his room as Fuuka followed behind. Unlike Aigis's urgent need for analysis and Yukari's irrepressible, aggressive lust, she seemed much more content to go at Ken's pace. But she certainly asked a lot of questions. When they entered his room, Fuuka shut the door and stood by.
Ken struggled with his shorts. He could feel his cock growing hard again, and the size made it difficult to take them off. Even as he visibly struggled, however, Fuuka remained by the door. "Would you like some help, Ken? I mean, I understand if you don't."
"Yes, please." Ken had grown exasperated. With every passing second, his need grew greater and greater.
Fuuka kneeled before Ken and worked the shorts, trying to pull them down, when the fabric suddenly ripped and they came off in her hands. At the same time, Ken's cock tore through his underwear and slapped her hard in the face.
"Ow..." Fuuka rubbed her cheek, and then glanced down at the shreds in her hand. "Oh! I'm sorry, Ken! I should have been more careful."
"It's not your fault, Fuuka," Ken said. His cock seemed to pulse with each heartbeat. "Just, please, do something to help!"
Tue Apr 19 21:17:49 2011