She had run out of suppressants ( Read more... )

When she had woken up in this place, poorly dressed and laying sprawled uncomfortably under the shadowed figure of someone kneeling above her, the hotel had been given a front row seat of her rather famous executions. Now, dressed in the rather large pair of pants tucked into slightly large boots and a baggy white shirt she had taken from the man ( Read more... )

All things considered, this wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Minato woke up, back in the hotel once more, and promptly fell off the bed. Or through the bed, rather, descending about twenty floors before he managed to focus enough to land and control his levels of intangibility. That freefall was definitely enough to wake him up ( Read more... )

Minato may, in fact, have taken the 'slumber' part of slumber party too seriously. Whether it's girls or guys - or both, already locked in various couplings about the place - in the room, his thought have just been on indulging himself. Those huge bowls of chips and candy set over there? Gone. That huge bottle of soda that he got dared to drink? ( Read more... )

It's been a tough year working for Kirijo, though also a highly paid one. There's no room for slacking off or falling short when you work for wealthy perfectionists, especially Japan's economy. There's barely time to meet up for the odd night of drinks after work, and absolutely no chance of finding a few minutes in the changerooms or the office ( Read more... )

This may be one promise that Minato would find himself unable to keep. After yet another of the hotel's antics, here he was, leading a gorgeous blonde back to his room for a night of hopefully enjoyable things. Being dead and all made getting tired a non-issue, but considering her usual stamina...well, fucking her until she passed out? He'd give it ( Read more... )

Shinjiro would have never expected to wake up in a love hotel. Sure, he had heard of them... but he never went. So waking up here today was something he absolutely did not want to do. But at least he had clothing to wear, and wasn't naked (or sweaty... or had some unwanted fluids anywhere) as he made his way through this hotel. He made sure all his ( Read more... )

Mitsuru usually keeps to herself, even in a forcefully social place like the Hotel. Mingling, partying and making friends has never appealed to the young business leader unless it somehow leads to some form of benefit. But being locked in the Hotel has gotten her to loosen up that little bit more, or at least enough to finally attend the bar alone ( Read more... )

> The Love Hotel, 18th October...
> You've come here after a long time as a spiritual doorknocker. You're tired, but finally free...
> The bed you are laying on is very comfortable, and the door is open. What should you do?

> Take a walk
> Have some coffee
> Cry quietly
> Masturbate
> Fuck someone into your mattress

> Your Emotions must be at ( Read more... )

This was worse than when he was under the influence of the Lovers Shadow; much, much worse.

At least back then, he was only horny, and eager to fuck Yukari. But now? Not only did he want to fuck the brains out of someone -- it didn't even matter if they were a stranger, a friend, or a lover; any girl would do -- but he also wanted to take them by ( Read more... )