All The Right Moves (closed)

[Silver_Identity]

When the hidden figure finally decided to reveal himself out to them, the twin females weren't surprised the least when they noticed the weapon Aoi had flung out had been easily caught by him. But after him revealing himself, both twins' stances grew a bit more tense and that slight change was quite noticeable even for Logan's eyes. Hatsuko, in fact, was raising her daggers between her fingers higher, as if preparing to strike at any point if the revealed male even dare to make an offensive move.

By the looks of them both, the twins and the young man definitely knew each other to some extent. "It had been a while indeed..We never thought you would show your face again around us," both girls replied simultaneously, though the corner of Aoi's lips twitched to form a small smirk while Hatsuko's expression remained neutral.

When the conversation continued and the young man focused his attention to their newest household member, both girls tensed even more especially for Hatsuko. they shouldn't be surprised that he had found out eventually but they never expect the news to travel to his ears that quick. Only when he intentionally called the twins as 'urchins', Aoi's face then expressed a rather annoyed look as she felt quite insulted to be categorized like so. For Hatsuko, she wasn't as affected but felt that was unnecessary.

As the conversation continued, allowing the two men to get acquainted further; the twins listened to what Ken had to say though him saying that mock towards Logan made them begin to felt slightly annoyed. His attitude had always been like so, ever since they first met and how he treated them wasn't really any different. But for Hatsuko, she felt slightly concerned as she took a short glance behind to Logan, and knew that Ken's words might had affected him. That was perhaps what Ken wanted after all.

For Aoi, that was a cheap move to pull, and she really disliked that Ken did so. Despite how she acted towards Logan and distancing herself from him, she still it was unfair for Ken to give such comment when she was certain that he was aware on the reason Logan wasn't really trained as well as the other three were.

But before any of the twins could voice out their disapproval, Ken inquired to them both on introducing him to their fellow pupil and Hatsuko exchanged looks with her sister when Aoi turned her head to glance back at them, Hatsuko took the initiative first, "... Logan. Please meet Ken Shiga.. Ken, please meet Logan.."

When Hatsuko finished her sentence, Aoi continued from there. "Now, that is over.. His father, Takeshi Shiga and your father knew each other from long time ago, and you could say, they were matching rivals despite difference of age.." She paused for a moment and once again, both twins exchanged looks with each other.

"... So in short. He's now your rival." Both spoke within the similar timing once again.

Both sisters knew on why Ken had followed them and it wasn't just for a mere introduction between both men. "Ken, we advise you to leave us be and allow us to continue with the tour.." The more polite sister mentioned with a subtle of warning within her words, her stance never wavering even for a bit as she continued to stand in front of Logan.

As for her younger sister, Aoi took the initiative to continue from her sister's words, "Unless you would like a small spar with me and my sister, then we would say this.. We won't be easy on you, just a reminder." After the exchange of words from the sisters to Ken, Hatsuko turned her head slightly to give a short look towards Logan before turning her head back to face forward.

"... Logan.. Do not allow what Ken said to get to you.. He tends to do like so even to me and my sister. I understand you have your pride as a Kobayashi, but Ken had been trained with his father from since young.. So, for me and my sister, please stay behind us.." The kinder sibling spoke silently in a low voice which allowed only Logan to pick up her words.

 

[Eazy]

The lighter haired male listened as his twin companions and tour guides introduced him to their mystery guest. The information somewhat took Logan by surprise, as his father rarely spoke of enemies or rivals from those days prior to his moving to the States. The young man supposed he shouldn't be too surprised, as a martial artist with his fathers reputation would likely have a few people gunning for his head. It also occurred to him that this almost felt like something out of a movie, only a lot more intimidating then 'cool' when you're the one staring down such intense eyes focused in on your direction.

"Aww, aren't the two of you just oh so clever?" The other male chimed in following the twins proclamation of Ken's intention, sarcasm dripping off his voice as he corrected with an amused smile and a slow shake of his head, "But he'd have to prove himself at an equal level to my own before we can start throwing such labels as 'rival' around, don't you think?"

Despite knowing that there would be people here of greater skill then his own, these words struck a cord in Logan, whom had rarely come across anyone back home that could put up a good fight in opposition of him. This wasn't completely lost on Ken, as the ever increasing signs of annoyance and indeed anger within the other man was exactly the type of reaction he'd been seeking. Before anything else could happen there, however, the two ladies amongst the quartet of students were quick to speak up once more; with Aoi offering up the option of sparring off with her and her sister.

Stifling a snicker, Ken raised both hands and mock defense as he pretended to be a voice of reason, "Now, now, ladies. I know that sensei of yours isn't exactly a shining example of fine morals, but surely she taught you better then to put a man into a position where he has to strike a girl?" The shot at Makoto-sensei wasn't exactly subtle, but it was with a sly smirk on his face that the man drove the point in further, "Of course, who knows just what type of things she teaches you outside of martial arts."

For whatever reaction this may have drawn out of the girls, it certainly didn't sit well with Logan, himself. She wasn't his master, but Makoto-sensei had shown him nothing but kindness and understanding since the young foreigners arrival. And if Logan wasn't already intent on shutting this guy up himself, then this would have proven more than enough to seal the deal for the well meaning student.

"Hatsuko? Aoi?" He started, placing a hand on each girls shoulder while speaking, "It's fine. If I'm the one he wants to test out, then let me handle this so we can finish this with as little hassle as possible."

With that, Logan started walking around the girls, taking his place at the front of them and before the other male student as he explained, "I know he's trained since childhood, but my father wasn't exactly wasting the time we had together by teaching me about softball. I can deal with whatever happens myself."

At this, the dark-haired male's smile grew a little wider, tucking the dagger into a pocket as his footing shifted slightly so he wasn't simply standing in a casual manner anymore, "That's more like it. At least you're not so much of a coward to hide behind a couple of little girls."

Allowing a faint smirk to touch his own lips, Logan noticed the change in his legs positioning as he elaborated, "I'm just not big on letting others fight my battles for me." His own limbs moved, legs shifting and arms raised, placing him into a familiar yet sloppy fighting stance as he finished, "Okay, Ken. Whenever you're rea-"

Before Logan could finish that sentence, the clearly more experienced and skilled fighter had closed what distance remained between them; driving one, two, three hard and fast strikes into the young man's rock hard abdomen. The speed and ferocity caught Logan off guard, and he was barely able to place his hands in place to block a fourth strike, but by then Ken was ready to raise a knee into his jaw; further knocking the inexperienced fighter for a loop. When it was over, Logan had nearly collapsed onto the floor, yet had the strength to keep himself in a kneeling position as his lungs attempted to suck in air and his head spun from having his jaw rattled.

Standing over the defeated man, Ken let out a scoff, "Well that was pathetic." He stated with genuine disappointment, keeping an eye on the girls who respected their friends wish for a solo fight, yet wasn't sure if they'd make a move if he continued pressing the attack, "Your old man may have taught you a lot before his passing, but it's clear he never finished his teachings. And what you did learn doesn't seem to have held up after years of letting yourself grow lazy."

Relaxing his stance, the man gazed down at Logan as he struggled in catching his breath, before finally turning away and adding with repulsion, "What a waste of time."

By now, Logan was able to breath somewhat normally, but the blow to his jaw had left him on wobbly legs; making it hard for him to even try standing at this point. Still, with his pride hurt, the young man inwardly cursed at himself for such a pathetic showing as he glared up at Ken even as he turned his back.

Ken's back turned to the trio, it almost seemed he was done here as a hand fidgeted around within his pocket. He'd even make the pretense of taking a step away from the three when the young man stopped, raising an index finger as if to signal he'd just remembered something, "Oh, by the way?" He started while finding what he was looking for, gripping the recently pocketed item, "I may not like striking out at girls, but we three know the world of martial arts knows no gender limits."

Without further warning, Ken struck out at Aoi with the handle end of the very dagger she threw in his direction earlier. The sudden attack would prove hard to block and even harder to dodge, and even without using its bladed side the weapon would leave a nasty wound if it struck its target near her side. Whether or not Aoi could properly evade the attack mattered little, however, as Ken's attack was stopped by the surprisingly quick and precise movements of Logan; whom managed to step in between the two to block the strike with a now sore left hand.

The response caught Ken by surprise, as he stared down at the barely standing man who glared back at him; fighting back the dull pain coursing throughout his body as he warned, "D-Don't....even think about it..."

Blinking at the unexpected defense, Ken nonetheless shook off that initial surprise with ease, "Not bad." He admitted, all the while grabbing at Logan's wrist with his free hand, "Would have been better if you knew how to follow it up, though."

Not wasting any more precious seconds on words, the dark-haired martial artist proceeded to take down his barely standing with a simple throw down maneuver. Logan didn't seem to put up any offense, as he was flipped over and landed roughly upon his back; letting out a grunt on impact. However, as Ken watched the other male laying on the floor, it was only now that he'd noticed the dagger in his hand had been snatched out of his grasp. Sure enough, a closer look at the panting man would show that the weapon was now securely held in his own hand; much to the annoyance of the young Shiga. And for a split second it appeared as if Ken would try to seek retribution for the slight offense, but one look at the twins told him it may be best to let things be.

"Whatever. I'm done playing with him. There's no real point to it anymore." The by now scowling young man stated with a scoff, sparing one more glance at Logan as he lent some parting words of wisdom, "Go back home, gaijin. You'll never catch up to our level at this point."

The malicious fighter started walking away, hands within his pockets in a casual manner, before giving a short pause to his step, "One last thing, ladies?" Keeping his back to the sisters, he turned his head enough to look at them over his shoulder as he warned, "I'll remember today."

Having given his warning, Ken picked up the pace on his steps, walking at a quickened pace to a nearby wall which the man would then leap upon. He would from there used that footing to jump higher, landing on the roof of a nearby shop, before leaping for the next and the next, until he was out of their sight within a matter of moments.

Meanwhile, staring up at the sky as he laid there on his back, Logan finally eased up on the grip held around the dagger nearly used on Aoi. It was an embarrassing showing, he knew, and the young man was using every second left on his own to gather up what was left of his pride. Still, for some odd reason, the young student hadn't fully regretted his actions. Which was odd, since the pain in his body and wound to his ego would make for plenty good reasons to have let the girls handle things on their own instead of getting in the way. Although even then, his pride would have likely taken a beating either way.

"Hatsuko?" He finally spoke, turning his head enough to look over at the gentler sister, a half smile on his features as he joked, "Not to say you were right, but I'm starting to think I should have taken your advice about sitting this fight out."

Letting out a small laugh which quickly turned into a pained groan, Logan slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, which would then turn into an attempt at getting back to his feet as he looked over both girls and asked what may have been a silly question, "Are...ow...are you two okay?"

 

[Silver_Identity]

Nothing could had quickly angered the twins other than someone directly mocking about their sensei like Ken did. Despite Makoto wasn't a fine example of what a sensei should be and they were aware of that, but yet Ken knew their sensei was still respected as a skilled martial artist. And even then, both twins had a very strong bond with their sensei since the older woman had taken care of them ever since they were very young. So when the dark-haired man chose to say such an insult, both Hatsuko and Aoi reacted with giving harsh glares towards him.

But being trained further than Logan, and they learned well from Makoto, their emotions were well hidden and so their faces only have passive expressions. Even then, they knew they would relish the moment they would be able to make Ken take back his words. Only when Logan suddenly stepped in and decided to face Ken on his own, both females reacted to this decision with Aoi giving a puzzled expression to him and as for her sister, it was more of concern.

Both twins knew this was just a bad idea and eventually, he would get injured but they respected his wish and stayed back though their weapons were still in their hands. If Ken were to do anything drastic, they were certain to strike without any hesitation. As the little test started, the pair of twins watched like a hawk with some interest and more of worry. And quickly as it started, the so-called test ended with a harsh beating for Logan and the two sisters looked a little sympathetic towards Logan.

When he turned his back towards them, the twins thought that this was over with, and about to help Logan up before he spoke up again, making both girls rather cautious about his intentions. Only when he struck out at Aoi rather unexpectedly, the two girls cursed inwardly and before they could react, it seemed there was some little strength within Logan to stop the quick attack. The block by the injured man surprised the twin sisters though the surprise was quickly brushed aside when the darker-haired male tossed Logan back to the ground.

Though Logan surprised the sisters once again when they noticed now the dagger was in the grasp of Logan and the young son of the Shiga family did not realized it the dagger was snatched away. The twins did not tolerate that he openly threw a strike at them, and more weapons were drawn from them but fortunately, Ken seem to know when to back off and then he was already off, leaving them alone at last.

His warning to them wasn't treated lightly with both sisters giving a light scoff, knowing they would handle him anytime if he wish. But that was pushed aside and soon they went to Logan, Hatsuko looking concerned while her more tomboyish sister looking annoyed. When Logan spoke up, the kinder sister heaved out a soft sigh and give the same old, "I told you so.."

At his rather ironic question, the pair gave him a puzzled look before Aoi reacted to give a gentle smack on his head, "You are the one who got injured and you are asking us whether we are alright? Think about yourself first." She knew she owed one to him despite she was confident she could had handle Ken's strike on her own. Hatsuko gave a short glance towards Aoi, disapproving her act but she neared towards Logan and took his arm then used her strength to help him up to his feet.

"Yes, we are fine.. But we are not the ones who fought with Ken after all. Next time, please just let me and my sister handle him when we meet him again, okay? And thank you for protecting my sister from that strike.." Hatsuko answered him and knowing Logan would not be able to walk properly, she slung her arm around her neck and over her shoulders and allowing him to lean against her side. Seeing her sister helping Logan, Aoi went to the other side and did the same which surprised Hatsuko rather much.

Giving a short look towards her older sister, she huffed, "Don't get me wrong. I owe him one. So yeah. Uh. Thanks, like.. what Hatsuko said earlier." Keeping her face forward at all times, Aoi and Hatsuko walked with matching pace and allowing Logan to be able to catch up as they headed back to the dojo, not looking forward to the reactions of both senseis towards Logan's injuries.

Makoto was in the training room the whole while after changing into a shorter yukata to be able to move more freely. Even though she was considered a master martial artist, she still will train herself to hone her skills; it was just logical. When she decided to take stop and perhaps relax in the living room, she found her relaxation have to be postponed for a bit, especially when she noticed the twins returning home with Logan in an injured state when she exited from the training room and walking down the corridor.

Walking over, she then instructed the twins to bring the fellow to the living room while she fetch for the medical kit. In a short while, Logan was being laid down on a futon and Makoto checking on his injuries with expertise before taking out some dishes. "My two girls told me what happened. Seriously, young man.. You should had let the twins handle Ken.. I never thought news would spread out so fast.." The older female started speaking, an amused expression on her face, "I admire your bravery, but sometimes, it's best to be smart at certain times."

"Hiroto, my dear. It's best you postpone the training to another day.. Ken had surely given him a nice beating." She called out to Hiroto as she knew he would be present in the room, especially hearing from the twins about what had happened. The more mature woman applied some salves on Logan's abdomen and injured areas before she started wrapping with the bandages. "Hopefully with my prepared salve, you would heal up in no time.."

After the bandage was done, Makoto assisted Logan when he wanted to sit up, then allowing both student and his sensei to converse with one another. As Hiroto and Logan started to speak, the female teacher along with her two students quietly left them two as Makoto went to put the medical kit away with her two pupils following her to start with their own conversation.

 

[Eazy]

At Aoi's understandable, if less then gentle reaction to his ironic question, Logan flashed a half smile and rubbed at his bopped head out of embarrassment as he admitted, "Yeah, I suppose you do have a point there..."

Not that he'd taken the response too personally, as evident by the brief chuckle of amusement which escaped his lips before a twinge of pain brought him back to reality. As Hatsuko approached and offered her assistance, Logan's features and body language would show only the slightest hint of hesitation about accepting it, before the pain in his body came to outweigh any lingering sense of stubborn male pride.

"Thanks." He managed to mutter as Hatsuko helped her fellow pupil to his feet, while keeping one hand to his side for a while after having felt those punches earlier. Considering how frequently Logan worked out, it was a bit of a surprise to the young man that Ken could hurt him so thoroughly with only a few strikes. But here he was with the pain to prove it, as he soon managed to stand on his own while taking in what the girls had to say.

What Hatsuko had told him was about what he'd expected, even if the silver-haired man appreciated her words of gratitude. Aoi's own (albeit hesitantly delivered) words of thanks, on the other hand, were a bit of a surprise based on his admittedly limited experience with the girl. Still, it was equally appreciated, if perhaps not a bit more due to how rarely she spoke positively toward the young man.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Either of you would have done the same for me." Their fellow student stated with a great amount of certainty, offering up a small smile, even as his mind remained focused on a number of things. Not the least of which, as the trio eventually started to depart from the scene of the short scuffle, being just what it was their respective sensei's would say when they returned.

The walk wasn't terribly far, but his injuries made it harder then it should have been as his muscles ached for a chance to rest. It was somewhat similar to how he'd felt after his laps around the dojo which Hiroto-sensei had instructed him into doing, only a lot easier in comparison, and Logan couldn't help but reflect on how, in a way, that bit of training had already provided some assistance in strengthening himself.

Mercifully, they were first greeted by Makoto upon their return to the dojo named after his family. Beauty aside, she was a more welcomed sight at the time than Hiroto, but the young man knew he'd have to face his new Master soon enough as he found himself led to and laid out on a futon. Aside from a few scratches and bruising, his injuries weren't too bad, but it was obvious he'd find himself feeling the after affects of the assault in a number of ways.

Logan did little when it came to talking or interacting when they weren't tending to his wounds or checking on how he was doing. He could have moved from the futon sooner, yet seemed compliant on laying there, with his thoughts obviously on other things then the ceiling which his eyes were seemingly focused upon. It barely even registered with him when Hiroto finally joined them in the living room, especially as the older man simply stood silently while his longtime friend finished with her healing touch.

As she spoke of what happened, Logan tried to keep up a light demeanor about the incident and even managed a smile, but it was clear the incident had an effect on the young man as he gazed up at the female sensei, "Yeah. Guess I've got a ways to go in learning how to think before I act. I got a ways to go in a lot of areas, actually."

The new student's voice trailed off a little at the end, lowering his gaze if only slightly, while listening to what Makoto suggested to Hiroto. The young man's sensei didn't say anything, but gave his longtime companion an understanding nod, even as his focused remained largely intent on the seemingly defeated son of his own former sensei.

As she finished the salves and wished him well on his recovery, the young man gave a slightly easier smile to the woman as he inspected the bandages which covered the scrapes and bruising on his left arm, "Thanks, Makoto-sensei. For everything."

She helped him up shortly afterward, before the female martial arts master and her twin pupils started dismissing themselves from the room. Which was good, because both master and student seemed interested in sharing a few words; albeit with a underlying sense of apprehension on both man's part for their own respective reasons. Indeed, once alone, both men remained silent for several moments. Logan would sit there, hands in his lap, eyes gazing at the floor as his head tilted forward, as Hiroto would lean against a wall opposite of him with both arms crossed and studying the pupil. Eventually, the teacher would take the initiative in breaking their mutual silence.

"What's with that look on your face?" He asked rather frankly, his voice surprisingly calm and earnest, rather then judgmental as he got to the point, "Are you already thinking of calling it quits?"

Those words seemed to bring about a brief stirring about with Logan, as the young man reached a hand upward and carefully placed it on his bandaged arm. Yet his eyes remained lowered, leaving Hiroto-sensei little other option then to continue with his thought, "This is exactly the type of thing you came here for training. You need to use your head, Logan. By what I hear, it seems Ken would have left with little other trouble if you'd refused to fight him yourself."

The dark-haired man's voice started picking up in intensity, and he'd found himself at risk of raising his voice, so allowed himself a chance to take in a deep breath before further lecturing his student, "Your heart was in the right place, and it may have been a gut instinct to stand up for the girls, but all your actions did was make a bad situation worst. Worst for the girls, and especially worst for you."

"I know." Logan suddenly spoke, keeping his head lowered for a while longer, both hands by now clasping together as he almost reluctantly admitted, "And you're right. About everything. So was my Mother. I realize that now."

This caught Hiroto somewhat by surprise. Not simply what was said, but the subtle way in which these words were delivered. While the older male didn't wish to raise his own hopes just yet, that voice didn't sound like it came from a person who'd already accepted defeated. As such, it was with a heavy heart that the teacher finally cut to the chase, "So what you want to do from here, Logan?"

Finally, the newest member of the Kobayashi Dojo raised his head to meet his teachers watchful gaze, and while there were indeed signs of a badly bruised pride within Logan's eyes, there also shined a glimmer of determination which hadn't been there before, "I want to train. Greater than ever before. I want to learn discipline, so I'll always have a level head for making the right decisions. So I won't put myself or others in danger ever again."

Sitting up straight, the wounded student ignored any discomfort felt by the movements as he held up a clenched fist; those brown eyes of his focused upon it and the bandages wrapped only a few inches lower as he finished, "And I want to train, so that when I do have to fight, I can better protect those I care about."

Even if he tried, it was unlikely that Hiroto could hinder the smile which decided to grace itself on his face following this. "You certainly are your father's son." The man stated with a sense of excitement within his voice, before unfolding both arms and starting for the door Makoto and the twins had vanished through earlier, "Try to take it easy for the rest of the day, like Makoto suggested. Because tomorrow we're picking up your training. No more excuses."

Watching the older man make his way out of the room, Logan let out a heavy sigh after having come to this important decision. All the same, as he stared at the now closed sliding door for a few moments longer, he knew it wasn't one which he'd have decided on so quickly without the proper nudge in the right direction.

"Thank you, sensei." The student whispered, before slowly pulling himself up from futon, deciding to deal with what lingering pain there was as he turned and made the short, yet somewhat difficult trek to his upstairs bedroom for some further recuperation.

 

[Silver_Identity]

"Makoto-sensei, we deeply apologize if we disappoint you." The comment said by the pair pupils made the older woman paused in her walk to glance back at the two over her shoulder. The twin students looked slightly nervous as they expected their sensei to react negatively to what had happened; they were given a task to be done by her and yet their new household member ended up getting injured.

Chuckling a bit, she continued on her way to place the medical kit in its proper place with her two students looking rather puzzle but they tagged along behind her. To them, the mature female could be unexpecting at times; they could not be too certain on how she would respond to them.

Only when they reached to the room and Makoto looked satisfied once placing the medical kit down, she turned to face her two students, "You two looked afraid that I'll blow up at you.. But you know I can be understanding.. I don't think this incident was any of your fault, nor Logan's. What had happened with Ken could be a good thing; to at least shake Logan up and to get him more serious when it comes to training. But yes, the bruises and the injuries was quite unnecessary."

At her reply, relief overcame the two sisters before they neared their teacher to explain further about what had occur. Their story sparked a small interest within the older female as she gave a glance each to the two younger girls, before a small smirk touched her lips. "I see.. So he does have potential. I guess it would be nice of me if I tell this to Hiroto.. At least he would know what he could do with his young student from there."

Though when the students had mentioned about Ken's attempt at striking at Aoi, the two sisters noticed a slight change within their teacher's face but they weren't too certain. Of course when they mention about it, Makoto became slightly concerned even though she had great trust within her student's fighting abilities and that they would handle Ken well without her help. But that did not mean she would be light on them when it came to training them. She noted in her head to train them a bit more when the time comes.

The whole day passed by smoothly and peacefully within the grounds of Kobayashi dojo, with the female sensei and her two students doing some daily chores. When it came to meals, Makoto personally prepared the dishes, using different ingredients which she knew would assist Logan's body to recover more quickly and then allow the twins to assist in bringing the prepared food to his room so that he would not need to move around so much and allow him to rest further.

The twins did looked concerned and it was more apparent for Hatsuko as she went to talk with Logan for a bit, while Aoi just remain in the room just to accompany her sister during the whole time. Perhaps it seemed it would take a bit more time for Aoi to warm up more towards Logan but it was a start at least.

Soon night fall upon the dojo and instead of heading to bed early for the night, the mature female decided to visit Hiroto with intention of discussing a few topics with him; especially one of the topics had to do with his student after all. "Hiroto, I hope it's alright with you but I would like to discuss with you about a few things.. I brought some sake with me, just to inform you." Makoto spoke through the sliding door, letting Hiroto acknowledge her present and patiently waited for him to open the door and allow her to enter.

The mature female dressed herself in a dark coloured night robe; a robe which she usually would wear to sleep, though of course, as expected on how she would dress herself; the robes being a bit too low and parting a bit too much, baring her shoulders and giving an ample view of the top of her bust.

Once the female entered, she took seat at the provided table inside the room and placed the bottle down along with two small drinking dishes, her dark eyes watching her old friend joining her at the table, "I do hope I am not intruding.. But then again, I don't think you would disapprove of my accompany."

Giving a small smirk towards him, she then continued, "I would just like to discuss with you about your student.. Also about the son of Shiga.. Seemed the young man is getting quite bold. He almost struck my dear Aoi. But I have to say, I should be grateful towards your new student. Somehow he managed to block the strike, and according to the twins, it would take quite some accuracy and speed to block such a close attack."

Pouring some sake into each of the small drinking dishes, she handed one to Hiroto before sipping from her own, "So at least we both know he does have a great potential to become like his late father.. I wouldn't mind giving a hand to shape the young man up. Perhaps you could make him even greater than his father.."

Glancing down at the liquid residing in the dish, the female martial artist then drink the remaining alcohol down with one swig. Picking the sake bottle, she took the initiative to refill both their drinking dish, "You know, I have yet to formally toast with you and to congratulate you.. After all, it's not always that someone could get their former master's son to be their own student. So.. cheers." Raising her drinking dish towards Hiroto, she brought the dish to her lips and drank it down with one gulp. She was usually a fast drinker, which Hiroto would know rather well.

 

[Eazy]

The remainder of the day went about as smoothly as one could expect, given the respective concerns looming over the heads of everyone residing within the dojo. Perhaps the biggest change was with Logan, whom wasn't so much shut off, as he was noticeably introverted compared to the previous evening or even earlier in the day. There was a lot on his mind, a lot to think about for the coming day of his training and the many others which were to surely follow. As such, it was perhaps to be expected, although Logan did make the effort of not letting it drag down others mood, in particular whenever he was addressed or approached by Hatsuko.

The young man had also thanked Makoto-sensei once more for her help in mending his wounds, as he was starting to move about a lot easier by the time he'd returned from his room for dinner downstairs. While still feeling some tenderness from Ken's actual punches, it seemed the salve and bandaging the female martial arts master had applied were doing their job in putting him on the mend. Which obviously pleased Hiroto, as he'd hoped to begin the training without any further distractions; a sentiment which was fully shared by his new student after his earlier humiliation.

Eventually, everyone would go back to their rooms for the night, with a few parting words exchanged here and there along the way. Logan needed his rest up for his training, so it was straight back to his room, where he'd hold off on removing the bandages and showering until the morning; instead choosing to collapse onto the bed as he was and try to get some shuteye that much faster. Still, it would take a good while for the man to nod off, as he gazed upon the ceiling while laying flat on the soft mattress. His resolve remained the same, but there also remained a number of concerns for the coming days. Even as the young man finally succumbed to exhaustion, those very worries would continue dwelling within the depths of his sleepy mind.

As for his teacher and head of the dojo, Hiroto had retired to his chambers for some thought and reflection on the days events. In spite of his promise to the mother, and his loyalty to the father, there remained that lingering doubt within the older male about the son of his old master. Or at least there had been, until their earlier conversation, where Logan had shown a similar fire in those eyes as the one seen within the father, Shin Kobayashi, before his relocation to America and eventual passing.

Now Hiroto's primary concern was being able to live up to his own sensei in helping his only child live up to whatever potential laid dormant within the young man's untrained body. Even now, his thoughts went over the possibilities for the next days training routine; although there did remain another concern which lingered in the back of his head. And it was as if on cue, that he'd heard the light footsteps which proceeded the voice of the other martial arts master within the school.

"You know I would have let you in without the sake." The man stated from the other side of the door, sliding it open upon approach with a slight curve to the side of his lips as he let her inside while admitting, "But it doesn't hurt to always have some on hand."

As perhaps expected of anyone in his position, the man's eyes drifted toward the top view of Makoto's cleavage as the woman strolled inside and moved toward the small table within the room; managing to make eye contact only when it came time to response to her claim, "No, I can't imagine I would disapprove of your company. Particularly not when you offer up such a welcomed sight."

The man returned her smirk, speaking of both the sake bottle and her current choice of attire as the male sensei went to join his old friend as she prepared the drinks. For his part, the older, yet fit male hadn't dressed quite as provocatively; simply choosing before her arrival to take off all but his pants since relaxing within his room. He sat opposite of her at the small table, paying her close attention when she stated, as he'd expected, that she wished to speak about Logan. Knowing what he did of Ken's training under his own father, it came as a welcomed surprise to know that his new student had put up what little offense he'd managed.

It was enough to draw out a small smile from the man's features, although that could also be a result of the serving of sake she handed his way, "You don't say? It's good to know the kid hasn't let everything his father taught him go to waste. As for being greater than his father? Well, it's a little early to say, but I do intend to do his name proud. Of that, I can swear on my honor."

Taking a sip from his dish, the dark-haired male had kept up a calm front, but the truth is, in spite of not being able to start Logan's training on this day, the end results of his trip with the girls had left the older man even more eager than before. It simply wasn't his way to wear such emotions on his sleeves, as he finished the sip before similarly placing his dish onto the table.

"Cheers." He complied, raising the dish and lightly tapping it against her own before taking in a long swig which would leave the dish empty by the time he'd finished. The man didn't have many vices, but of the few there were, he was indeed a master.

Placing the now empty dish back onto the table, Hiroto took in a moment of reflection, letting out a brief chuckle, "It's going to make life around here a lot more interesting, of that much we can each of us be certain."

Tilting his head back up a little, gazing across the small table to his longtime companion, the dark-haired martial artist gave a half smile at the woman as he shared, "If I have one regret about taking on this responsibility? It's that it wont leave as much time for us during the day."

That would definitely be a shame, and not simply for the fact that the woman before him was a fantastic lover. They'd known each other for years, being one of his oldest friends (with the emphasis on 'old' being a source of much ribbing) and perhaps his dearest. As such, they understood and respected one-another in ways very few others could, with their respective happiness being important to both. Perhaps it was due to this that her current relationship with this other man that the girls had brought up earlier was sticking out for him so much. Perhaps.

"By the way...." He started speaking after a moments silence, shifting about in his seat a little as he sat up straight; his brown eyes gazing across the table to the woman as he finally inquired out of curiosity, "It may not be any of my business, but what was that call about earlier? The one you received shortly after Logan and the girls had departed for their tour of the town?"

 

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Her lips parted to release a small yet contented sigh after she drank the refreshing liquid down and she placed the now empty dish on the table along with her old companion's. At the chuckle from Hiroto, her attention was upon him again and a small chuckle followed with his at his comment. It was indeed true that him joining the odd family would make things here more interesting, and at least now it seemed Hiroto looked rather pumped up to see what his new student could do.

At what he said next though, as she gazed up at him and at his half smile, she only returned with a smirk on her lips, "Do not worry.. We would find ways and also, at least we still can make time during the night after all." The smirk remained on her lips as she continued to gaze upon him with her own dark coloured eyes, her index finger idling upon the rim of the drinking dish.

To her, Hiroto was definitely her oldest friend who knew her very well from inside out and she knew she could trust him with her life if she had to. Despite knowing each other for very long and being close as they were, they never attempted to become more of a couple than friends. She preferred it that way though and she assumed her old companion would feel the same.

Sitting there in a moment of silence, Hiroto took the initiative to break it as he then inquired about the call she received earlier during the day. They both respected each other's private life and she knew as well as he did, that they just only wanted to see each other happy. Makoto did shared a few things about this new partner she had been seeing for a while now, but she had yet to formally introduce him to Hiroto nor to her two students. Perhaps it was time to change that, she felt.

She casually answered, "Oh, that call. It was from Mr. Fei Zhong.. You remember I had mentioned about this other man I had been seeing lately? He was just being a sweetheart and couldn't bear not being able to see me for very long, so he told me he would be dropping off to Japan around next week. And yes, you could quickly assume, he invited me out for dinner next weekend. That is why I had shared that I would not be able to prepare dinner for that day."

After she had answered, there was another moment of silence between them as she wondered on whether what her students had talked to him before had somehow affected him. She wasn't too certain and despite knowing him rather long and well enough, she still could not be able to figure what he would be thinking at times.

Picking the sake bottle up, she poured another round for herself before glancing up at him, "Hiroto, you know, you should get back on the dating game yourself.. I'm aware I'm not the right person to you, but it's just me only wanting to see you happy."

She took a small sip of the sake and then sighed once more, "We both are not getting any younger after all. Oh God, hearing me say that gives me chills."

The mature woman let out a small laugh before she drank the rest of the alcohol down and then putting the empty dish down once again. "But anyways, since tomorrow would be the first day for you to teach your new student, we should make use of the time we have now."

As she said this, she stood up from the table to walk around the table to where he was sitting before lowering herself down, her legs straddled over his lap. She knew he would be agreeing to her suggestion and thus welcoming her body in such close distance. "I should at least celebrate with you with some needed bedly session," She implied to him, the usual smirk on her lips as her arms reached out to place upon each of his shoulders.

"Well, what do you say, Hiroto Tanaka? Unless you are not in the mood.. I can just leave you now and let you have your sleep.." She almost practically cooed out the last sentence to him as she teased him further by pressing her voluptuous and barely covered breasts against his own exposed chest.

 

[Eazy]

The question had been more for confirmation than anything else, as it wasn't too difficult to discern the general nature of the call from what little he'd overheard earlier. Listening patiently, quietly to his longtime friend as she spoke of her earlier phone call, it turned out that his earlier guess was accurate. The news about how he'd be dropping off to Japan during the next week, however, came as a slight, albeit not totally unexpected surprise for the older man. It seemed they'd have even less time together during the day, and perhaps nights, than he'd originally suspected.

Initially, Hiroto showed little emotional response to this on the outside, aside from a brief look of understanding after she answered his question. This soon changed, however, as he gave Makoto a small smile and nod of his head, "I see. Well I'm sure the girls can handle dinner, like you said. And it's not as if I'm completely lost in there if they ever needed any assistance."

In spite of any conflicting feelings on the change, the dark-haired man was indeed happy for his friend. Although she'd probably throw a deadly weapon at certain parts of him if he dared say it out loud, she was getting older, and would eventually need to set aside her current carefree habits to find someone that would make her happy for the rest of her days. They were both getting to that point, honestly, as he followed her example by pouring himself a second round as she addressed his supposed need for going back on the dating scene.

"I'm aware. And it means a lot knowing you care about my happiness like I do for yours." He said with a faint smile in response to Makoto voicing her concern for his being happy. The man then let out a small chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck a bit as he added, "And you're probably right, but even when I was younger I'd never been big on the dating game. We both know I'm not exactly the bouquet of roses and boxes of chocolate type."

The man would then let out a similar, albeit slightly stronger laugh as her own when his 'old friend' admitted to their issues with the passage of time. The corner of his lips curled into an amused smirk that was directed at the mature woman as he waved a hand and poked fun at the confession, "Hey, you said it, not me!"

Hiroto took in a long drink of sake from the dish once his laughter subsided, the hint of a smile remaining, lingering upon his features. She could always make him smile or even laugh when he wasn't exactly in the mood for such light hearted moments. It was one of her many talents, as the man sat his by now empty dish down on the table and gazed over at the female sensei while she spoke of making use of the time they had now. It wasn't difficult for Hiroto to figure out what she meant, as was evident by the growing smile on his features as Makoto stood and moved around the table to get in closer with the shirtless martial artist.

Very close, in fact, and her intimate presence was indeed welcomed as the man wasted little time in placing his strong hands around the woman's waist; holding her closely as he flashed her a sly smile. She teased him, as only she could, by adding the feel of her slender hands on his strong shoulders. The tone of her voice as she made the proposal did its job of further enticing the already excited man, and the feel of her barely concealed breasts pressing into his own bare, muscular chest succeeded in firmly sealing the deal.

"Makoto? Old friend..." He started with a smirk, letting that teasing term of endearment for her settle in before finishing, "We both know there's no way I'm going to let you out of here so easily. Not now."

From there the man quickly reached up with one hand, grasping at the back of the mature woman's head and pulling her closer for a fierce kiss; tasting the lingering traces of sake on her mouth as he sampled her naturally tasty lips. As he did this, the other hand moved toward where their chests met, and began to feel at her impressive mound through the barely concealing garment of clothing. No matter how many times they'd shared moments of intimacy such as this, the man never seemed to grow bored of exploring her fit body. The woman really did a wonderful job of keeping up her natural beauty throughout the years, and was perhaps even sexier now than she'd been as a younger woman.

Their embrace eventually ended, with Hiroto taking the chance to sweep his tongue across her lips before they were too far apart. His eyes were filled with want and desire as he gazed into the woman's eyes, as his lips were curved into a somewhat wicked smirk. The reason for this soon became clear, with both hands reaching for her already loosely fitting robe; grasping at the parting front before yanking it open completely with one swift motion. Any rougher and the garment may have been at risk of being ripped, but Hiroto showed enough control to only apply enough force for her to feel it the rough action as her breasts came into full view.

"It's a testament to your training that you're able to pull off the spectacular maneuvers you can after carrying these things around for so many years." The man teased with a sly smirk, his eyes glancing up to meet Makoto's own as his hands started sliding along her sides, feeling their way along the mature woman's soft flesh and toward her voluptuous chest.

Both hands cupped at the undersides of her breasts, slowly kneading at the flesh as he felt her nipples brushing along his chest every so often. As the dark-haired male did this, he also leaned in closer, lips coming to kiss along her jaw, inching their way lower, leaving a trail of kisses as his mouth explored its way down her neck. His warm breath brushed along her flesh, parting his lips every so often to let his tongue slip out, tasting the woman, then kissing at the newly moistened spot. He continued this down to her collarbone, before inching his way in toward the center of her chest, as his hands by now moved to help nudge the woman up slightly.

Not to the point of taking her off his lap, but just enough where he could better explore the tops of her breasts with his lips. Those dark eyes of her longtime friend gazing up into her own twin orbs as he reached and began to firmly lavish attention onto the peak of one breast with his mouth, suckling the tip, roughly running his tongue across the sensitive skin as it grew erect under his ministrations, before moving to repeat the action upon the other. As this was going on, the man could feel a part of himself growing erect, as his hardening manhood strained within his clothing; the rough material repeatedly brushing against Makoto's sex through any flimsy clothing she may have covering herself as Hiroto's hips moved at their own accord for the added stimulation as he enjoyed the female sensei's body.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Even though she had bedded many lovers in the past, she was deeply aware that none could really compare to the man who was enjoying her body right at that moment. She knew he could always satisfy her sexual needs just as she would for his and thus why she had always returned to him nevertheless the countless of times they had shared such intimacy with each other.

When he tugged her head down for a kiss, she complied and return the kiss just as fiercely; her arms wrapping around his neck as the kiss lingered, allowing herself to taste the traces of the alcoholic beverage within his mouth. With their mouths claiming each other deeply and wildly, she released a small sounding gasp into his mouth when his free hand went to feel her hardly concealed chest. Her own hands lowered down from his neck to his chest where she sprawled her fingers out and to feel his hard muscles as the intense kiss continued before their lips have to part to gather air into their starved lungs.

Taking a slow yet deep breath though his tongue brushed against her lips almost made her chuckle before their lips parted even further. Seeing his mischievous smirk, she somehow figured what he was about to do though she still couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he reached for the thin material of her night robes and tugged at it roughly, parting the robes to completely bare her ample breasts to his view.

The corner of her lips lifted up to a small smirk at his teasing comment and before she could reply, her lips parted to only form a small gasp as his hands went up to grasp upon the underside of her large breasts. He teased her further, arousing her more with his lips leaving trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck and down further to her breasts. When his head was moving downwards to her cleavage, her breathing increased in pace and she complied when she nudged her body up, lifting herself and yet still remain on his lap.

The dual actions of him teasing both nipples to erection and his hips grinding against her own hips made the female martial artist released a stifled moan; one arm reaching out and she delved her fingers into his hair, gripping onto the back of his head thus urging him on. Her other hand went downwards and in between their bodies to where their hips collide with each other; she begin to sweep her fingers across the forming bulge within his pants before she started to rub against it with her palm.

Her own eyes reflect her own sexual want and lust as she glanced down at his face to watch him; her hand stimulate the bulge further until she removed her hand to move her body slightly across his own hips, before she started to grind her hips against his with intention to tease him further. Watching his face still, Makoto brought her hand to his face and pulling his chin up so she could claim his lips once again in a deep sensual kiss. As the kiss continued, she rubbed her own covered sex against his hardened shaft beneath his rough pants and she moaned into his mouth as she did so.

Knowing he would grew impatient and wanting more, she slowed her movements and their lips parted. "We both are too overdress for this session, don't you think?" She teased him with the same smirk on her lips and she lifted her hips up, her own hands went to the waist of his pants and she dragged it down, allowing Hiroto to lift himself and allow a complete removal. After his pants was removed, she stood up for just a moment to grant herself easier removal of the final piece of clothing from her body.

Soon after that was done, she had returned to him just as quickly though her hand went to undo the hair bun for a moment and letting her hair cascade down her back. Moving herself closer to him, she shared another kiss with him but this time it was more out of affection from her before she slowly break the kiss and then lowering her head to press a moist kiss upon the front of his throat. he mature female then start to leave a trail of small yet moist kisses along his body as her body slides down along his until her face hovered above the impressive hardened tool of his.

".. It seemed you are really excited for this night, darling.." She teased him further with her own endearment and she gently exhaled a warm breath against the tip of his shaft, watching the tool jerk in reaction. Leaning closer, she press a welcomed kiss upon the mushroom head and started to brush her lips up and down along his erect manhood in a torturous slow pace.

".. Allow me to make you even more excited, love.." She breathed out and finally, her tongue extended out between her parted lips and she started sweeping the wet appendage up along his rigid organ to the crown before parting her lips further and taking the thick head into her mouth to suckle gently.

 

[Eazy]

A widening smirk spread across the man's rugged features as Makoto let slip a stifled moan due to his persistent teasing. It was short lived, however, as Hiroto promptly refocused himself on sampling the mature woman's body with his lips. The hand in his hair encouraged his efforts, enjoying the warmth of being held in her arm as his mouth suckled at the erect tip of her breast; the tongue flicking in a teasing motion across the sensitive bud every so often to send a jolt of pleasure up her body.

Similarly, she round up drawing out a low groan from him as her free hand found its way between them; gripping at the growing bulge in his pants and rubbing her palm against it through the material of his clothing. Although he couldn't exactly say so at the time, the man quietly mused to himself about the talent of her fingers as his mouth alternated to suckling at the other breast; pausing long enough to blow gently upon the moistened and by now very nipple he'd previously been nursing at before leaving it to be.

The dark-haired male would continue this for a short while, until the brought a hand to his pull; pulling his chin up and claiming his lips as Hiroto kissed her back with a matching hunger. The continued stimulation to his crotch caused him to let out a few moans into her mouth, until they broke the embrace, his tongue briefly brushing across his lower lip to taste her on them as he found amusement in her words.

"With you, old friend, the idea of being considered overdressed seems almost laughable." He teased, referring of course to how casually (to put it mildly) she tended to dress around the dojo when they didn't have to worry about younger students dropping in for the relatively short classes taught during the week.

That aside, there didn't seem to be any protest to her notion, as the older man watched her lift herself off of his lap before going for his pants. The man lifted his own hips with ease, watching with rapt attention as she undid and pulled down the by now very restrictive clothing. It was of great relief for Hiroto, as he settled back into his seat for now, eyes focused upon Makoto as she removed her clothing and undid the bun within her hair while his throbbing member stood proudly at attention. She truly was beautiful, he thought to himself as they shared another kiss, showing their affection as his work laden hands started to run along her arms. His fingertips caressed the slender limbs gently, feeling their way up to her shoulders before slipping around to drag his nails slowly along her back as she kissed a trail of her own down his body.

By the time she worked her way down to where she was but inches away of his throbbing hardness, it took every bit of self control within Hiroto to keep himself from trying to push his way past her tempting lips as she spoke; particularly as she blew her warm breath across the swollen tip. The pleasure caused by this was enough to where he'd barely been bothered by her use of that nickname, instead watching with strained features as she placed as she placed a teasing kiss upon the tip.

"You...you do have a certain talent...for getting a man's blood boiling, my dear." He finally conceded, speaking through labored intakes of air as her lips ran up and down along the throbbing length of his fully erect cock.

From there, after breathing out a few more words of promised excitement, the mature woman finally extended her tongue and began making good of said promise while sweeping it skillfully along his throbbing organ. Hiroto let out a low groan, a faint growl escaping as his teeth were clenched tightly, all while his eyes watched with a hunger all his own as she mercifully took him into her mouth. The gentle suction which followed served to drive him further along in excitement, the thick organ twitching within her lips as the girl suckled at him with her mouth, teased at his sensitive flesh with her tongue, all the while Hiroto watched with full attention as she took more of his healthy sized cock into her mouth.

His fingers slipped into her long, flowing dark hair as she took more of him into her mouth; brushing aside a few stray strands and locks that may obscure their view of another as Makoto eventually started to bob her head up and down along his length. He let her control the pace of things for now, enjoying the feel of her warm breath brushing along his skin as she tried controlling her breathing, of the moistness which quickly coated the thick organ which invaded her orifice. In all honesty, he could perhaps let her work him over like this at a slow, steady pace for the rest of the night and consider it a perfectly blissful evening.

But the sly smile upon his features hinted at other plans, as the grip on the back of her head tightened bit while he asked rhetorically, "Makoto? Old friend? What have I told you about calling me 'Darling' with such an annoying inflection?"

With that, the man started to push her head down with a bit of force, his hips moving up to meet it halfway as he unexpectedly thrust most of his cock down her throat with one, fluid motion. The sensation from this drew out a moan, his body shivering, but he maintained control for now as he would let Makoto lift her head a bit, before repeating the action, then doing so again, and again. Until soon enough he'd added the other hand, cupping at the back of her head and gazing down with a lustful hunger within those brown eyes as the man started to fuck the woman's mouth at a steady, yet forceful pace.

It wasn't anything out of the norm for them, as the pair often enjoyed taking liberties with the other when playing the bedroom. It was a power trip, to have one at your mercy like she was as he guided her along his engorged cock, but also an issue of trust with one-another. Of knowing the other was enjoying it, as he felt the woman take in the invading organ with skillful ease, but occasionally being at risk of gagging as the head pushed its way into her throat. The sensation of her mouth, her tongue, of the vibrations and warmth around his moist tool drew out heavy gasps of air and strained groans escaped Hiroto's throat. His nostrils flared as he gazed down into her sexy features, feeling himself twitching, so close to erupting in her mouth as he would pistoned in and out, only to (very reluctantly) slow down the pace until he could nudge Makoto's head back and slip out from between her soft lips.

His fingers relenting on their grip upon her head, he stroked the sides of the woman's face, his manhood glistening with her saliva as it stood proudly between his legs, the man gestured behind her with a nod of his head and breathed out, "Get...get up on the table...right now..."

She wanted to get him excited, and from the hungry gaze within his eyes and the sly smile upon his lips, it looked as if he was prepared to show Makoto the fruits of her labored teasing.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Taking the initiative to continue further with her lips down sliding down along his shaft as she knew he would want more and she was ever so willing to do so. Within her mouth, she could feel the rigid member twitching from the attention she was giving him through oral and she continued with her tongue stroking along the underside of his shaft with her head slowly bobbing up and down.

Her eyes remained on his face, watching his face as she continued with her ministrations and was grateful when he pushed away some of her hair from her face to allow herself to see his face more clearly. Seeing his strained expression, she almost smirked but she continued with her relentless effort, sliding her moist lips up and down while she sucked firmly on his thick organ.

Though when she noticed his sly smile on his face, she somehow knew what he would be up to yet she wasn't really prepared as he started to push her head down and then thrusting most of his length into her mouth and down her throat.

It was unexpected for her case, but she managed to take his cock within the deep caverns of her throat and allowed him to take control of this pace though she did released a small groan, allowing his thick girth to feel the vibrations within her mouth.

Keeping her lips parted around his manhood and she kept her throat relaxed, lifting her head up slightly when she was allowed to, to only having his hips thrust his shaft back into the moist caverns of her throat. As he continued with his hips thrusting into her mouth, she kept her tongue busy by rolling the wet appendage along the underside of his shaft. As this continued on, Makoto's dark eyes watched his face as his expressions changed, knowing the pleasure he must be receiving from this ministration.

By the feeling of his manhood twitching within her mouth, she knew he was close but yet it seemed her lover for the night decided to take things further as his pace slowed down and allowed her to finally pull her lips out and off, and she able to take a few deep breathes into her lungs.

Seeing him gesturing to the table, she almost chuckled and nuzzled her cheek gently against his hand and couldn't help but teased, "You seemed so impatient, Hiroto. Couldn't even wait until we both are upon your futon.." After she spoke, she gave one teasing kiss upon the tip of his shaft and watched the hard tool twitched as she did so. Seeing him getting frustrated, she smirked at him as she then finally moved her body to sit herself upon the edge of the table.

Turning herself around, she grabbed the sake bottle and the drinking dishes from the table and handed them to her old friend, "Better put these aside.. I wouldn't want to either waste the sake or break any of the dishes." She commented and after he took them from her, she used her hands as leverage after placing them on the edges of the table and pulled herself up more onto the table.

Lying her back upon the cool table and realizing the table was just big enough to accommodate partial of her body where she can lie her head down though she did lift her head up to push her hair from underneath her and allow her hair to cascade down from the table and her bottom resting on the edge, allowing her long legs to dangle out like so. She almost chuckled to herself, wondering whether Hiroto bought such a table like so for a deeper reason after all.

".. I hope this table would not break under both our weights and.. the invigorating session we would have soon," Makoto stated with some uncertainty with her body now laying upon the table, her dark eyes watching his every movement as her chest rise up and down with her breathing. Lifting her legs up, she placed the sole of her feet upon the edge of the table and smirked down at him as she knew he was watching.

".. You are looking down at me so hungrily, Hiroto. It excites me greatly," she admitted to him and a smile on her face, she opened her arms up to him as if welcoming him into her arms, as she wanted to share another kiss with him and knowing he would oblige to this degree at least.

 

[Eazy]

The mature male allowed the beautiful woman a chance of catching her breath after the treatment he'd given her. As she nuzzled his hand, he returned the affection with an adoring stroke of her cheek; until a smirk touched upon those handsome features of his at her teasing about the table, "I'm a very patient and well disciplined individual when it comes to various aspects of life, Makoto. I'm allowed a few moments of eagerness every now and again."

That coy smile and any returning semblance of calmness was promptly disrupted, however, as she gave a parting kiss upon the tip of his arousal. It caused a shiver to race through the martial arts master's body, his hardness twitching in response, as the brief, yet successful teasing action drew a low groan from Hiroto's lips. He glared at her teasing, while also not seemingly terribly bothered as she smirked while moving onto the table and handing over the select items which remained upon its firm surface.

"Good point. It would be a waste of fine sake." He acknowledged, taking the items and giving a small grin as he put them aside on the floor for now, "Besides, I have my tastes set on something else for now..."

His dark eyes watched this gorgeous, erotic specimen as she started to lay back upon the table for his enjoyment. Hiroto took the chance to better step out of his pants, all the while his gaze remained focused on soaking in the image of his longtime companion. No matter how often they shared a bed together in their casual trysts, he'd always find himself drawn to her beauty. The curves of her body, the way her markings contrasted with the light complexion of her surprisingly (considering their line of work) flawless skin, and the way her dark locks of hair would cascade down her back and over her shoulders while letting it hang freely. He was hard pressed to think of a more strikingly beautiful woman that he'd crossed paths with in all of his years.

Tilting his head slightly at her concern over the table holding their weight, the man gave a faint chuckle as he teased, "Hmm? Are you subconsciously admitting to putting on a few pounds now that your metabolism isn't quite what it used to be, old friend?"

He waited for any response that may have gotten out of her, then shook his head to reassure her, "It's made of fine wood and with skilled craftsmanship. I'm sure it'll be fine." The man explained, moving in between her perched legs, gazing down at her with a lustful hunger as he admitted, "For now, worry about yourself. As you may have guessed, part of my reasons for picking this particular table are...well, let's say rather nefarious."

Following Makoto's own confession about how his watching over her was exciting the mature woman, Hiroto was quick to understand and accept her invitation; his hands moving to the female martial artist's thighs and gently nudging them open. As she complied, the dark haired sensei leaned over the woman's body, with one hand bracing himself upon the table while quickly claiming her lips in another kiss. Her firm breasts could be felt against his strong chest, the points of her nipples rubbing against him as his arousal would occasionally brush along the woman's moist sex. There was little doubt, as their embrace continued, that he was subtly moving his hips in order to tease her with the possibility of penetrating her right there and then.

That wasn't to be the case, however, as their intimate embrace eventually came to a reluctant halt as he slowly pulled away; a knowing smile gracing his features as he once more stood at the foot of the small table in order to gaze down at her, "Let's see if I can increase on that excitement, shall we?"

Making certain she'd keep her legs at least slightly parted, Hiroto reached over for where he'd placed the sake and drinking dishes; picking up the bottle and pouring just a little into one of the dishes. Following this, he would dip a couple of his fingers into the partially filled dish, swirling them around just enough so the set of digits would drip with the drink when he returned his full attention to the woman laid out before him. There was a sly smirk upon Hiroto's features as he held his fingers over her swollen petals, letting a few drops of the sake fall onto those sensitive lips, before finally lowering and slowly dragging the fingers across the folds of her sex to give her already moistened flesh a thin glaze of the drink they shared only minutes earlier.

The pair of fingers used for this took the opportunity to tease at the entrance of her womanhood, before steadily working both of them into her lips until they managed to part enough to slowly push them inside as he leaned down before the table. His fingers began to tease their way in and out of Makoto's body, the tips of them dragging along her walls as the woman's inner muscles clenched around the invading digits. His warm breath could be felt brushing across the glistening flesh of her sex as he lowered his head, eyes focused upon her reaction as he parted the lips of his mouth and began to lick at the combined fluids that lingered upon her skin.

The strokes of his tongue were slow at first, roughly running across her flesh, starting at the bottom before reaching to top; making certain to swipe the tip of the flexible appendage across where her budding clit would be found before going down to repeat the action. Again and again, he would lick around those fingers which were repeatedly thrusting into her, licking away the flowing essence of Makoto's excitement as it mixed with those traces of sake, until only the taste of stunning woman herself remained during his continued exploration of the area between her inner thighs. His free hand roamed along her body, fingers sliding over the curves of her abdomen until he could grasp at her breast; kneading at the ample flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive peak in the center as the fingers that were fiercely driven into her at a thrusting motion moved deeper toward her core.

 

[Silver_Identity]

At his teasing when she had commented about whether the table could withstand their combined weight, she glanced towards him and her smirk remained on her lips as she replied, "I'm just only concerned because after all, if you could remember what had happened before to your previous table.." She mused about that rather humorous incident as they did their casual affair like so, without them realizing as they were so absorbed in their session until the furniture broke beneath them. None of them were injured fortunately, but it was an awkward and funny situation for them both.

Though it seems her long companion was confident in his choice of furniture and she did agree the table was indeed from high craftsmanship, knowing Hiroto with his taste. But as he admitted his true reason of picking this table, the smirk upon her lips widened slightly as she then replied to him, "It seems I know you too well.. I was thinking just that."

But then as he then started to part her legs which she then complied, allowing him better access to descend down to her for the kiss they both eagerly shared; her ample yet soft breasts smashing against his hard chest as their kiss lingered and her body feeling his hardened member teasingly brushing against her lower moist lips as if promising the entry they both lust for.

Though of course knowing Hiroto too well, he seemed to have another idea as the mature male drew his body away from hers, and Makoto couldn't help feeling a slight inkling of frustration yet she was patient and was interested to see what her longtime friend was up to. At his words, she knew that he would be the one doing the teasing and she would be the victim of his.

Her hands then clenched onto the edges of the table, either to made certain she would not fall off or to as if to hold her sanity especially after her dark eyes watching his every movements as he then took the drink from the floor and she somehow figured what he would do with the beverage. Just like she thought, he then dripped some of the sake onto her lower lips and a slight noise escaped from the beautiful woman as the cool drink touched her sensitive lips.

Inwardly, she mused to herself that Hiroto was getting much bolder nowadays; not that she mind, of course. But she did had to wonder how long would their patience last until one of them then decide enough was enough and both of them would receive what they really wanted in the first place. Watching his smirk though, her trail of thoughts was then interrupted as a pleasurable sound escaped from her lips as he then started to work his fingers into her body.

This was definitely one of his many talents, she thought to herself and she could admit to herself that none of her other previous lovers could excite her body or made her want so much like Hiroto do. Though at the present moment, there would be one lover who could match but that wasn't important; especially now the male martial artist was teasing her body just like how she had done to his body previously.

When his moist appendage of his tongue then soon joined with the teasing; licking the sweet fluid flowing out from her core, a few moans rolled out from her throat between breathes she intake and releasing one hand from the table, she slid that hand down her body to then slip her fingers into his hair and then rest them onto the back of his head. Her voluptuous body shivered and slightly buckled beneath his treatment, her chest rising up and then falling with each breaths she took to then expel either soft moans or sighs.

His free hand then kneading her breast and paying special attention to the hard peak of her mound only added to the pleasure and exciting her body further until the woman had to give in. Taking one deep breath, she then managed to breathed out, "Hiroto.. Stop teasing us both.. This would just delay what we both want.."

Taking her other hand to his cheek after using her torso muscles to bring her upper body up slightly and she managed to bring his head up from her moist sex for a moment, she then spoke with a sultry and seductive tone though of course deep with lust and want for him, ".. I want you inside of me now.. Don't make us both wait any longer.." The woman paused for a moment to let herself lie back onto the table, she then continued.

".. I know you want it.. just as badly.. Your tool down there is twitching impatiently." The knowing smirk was upon her lips as she gazed down at her old companion, and lifting her right leg up, she then hooked that leg over Hiroto's left shoulder as if to silently sealed the deal for them both and as for her other leg, she lifted her left foot off the table and lowering it down to his lap, she then used her big toe to stimulate the hard length by stroking it up and down alongside the shaft and she watched his reaction.

".. I don't think you can wait any longer.. Don't you think so too?" She practically cooed those words out to him with an innocent look though her left foot wasn't acting so innocent as she then used that same toe to stimulate the thick head of his shaft.

 

[Eazy]

Keeping ever mindful of his partner's subtlest response toward every caress or penetrating motion of his fingers and tongue, Hiroto would skillfully repeat whatever actions seemed to bring her the most pleasure, without overdoing anything to the point of causing it to lose its luster. Just enough to draw out those incredibly arousing cries and moans, before slowing the pace of the fingers thrusting into her soft petals, changing the way his tongue or free hand would explore her body. As it is, he knew how to push her buttons (and she his), but it was always fun to occasionally discover new ways of testing the mature woman.

The sound of moist flesh smacking together started to join those of her heavy breathing, his hand starting to piston into her at a fast pace. A harder pace. Combined with the way his tongue licked a trail along her swollen lips, paying special attention to the budding nub of flesh which started peeking out due to the continued stimulation, it was evident that Hiroto could bring the female sensei to climax with this alone. But it wouldn't be enough. Not for either of them, and Makoto's labored words were indeed echoing this feeling shared by the pair.

She raised herself, reaching a hand down and slowly bringing up his head from between her soft thighs; albeit not without giving a few long, rough, parting licks to keep the taste of herself fresh in his mind. The fingers of his left hand remained inside of Makoto, no longer trying to thrust into her body, but still turning ever so slowly as he tried keeping her aching for more as she spoke. The dark-haired male smirked at her words. Words that he'd wanted to hear since they started. The man licked at his lips, prepared to say something when she took further initiative by raising and hooking a leg over his shoulder; the other leg moving lower and causing the aroused martial artist to bite at his lower lip as she stimulated his throbbing hardness.

Hesitating for only a moment, making sure to keep the initial threat of a moan from escaping as her talented toes went to work on stimulating the shaft of his arousal, the mature male licked at his lips to taste of her on them while giving Makoto an amused smirk, "You always have to do whatever you can to reclaim even the smallest bit of control over a situation, don't you?"

Hiroto chuckled at this, his hips moving, ever so slightly, as her foot continued to stimulate and tease at the man's excitement; the hand which had been caressing her breast moving up to stroke his rough fingertips along the curves of the thigh on his shoulder. This was always a nice contrast. Her surprisingly soft flesh under the normally gentle touch of his own hands which were comparatively rough due to years of harsh training.

"Besides, after how often you've teased me around the dojo? I figured you could do for a little of your own medicine." He noted with a sly smile, referring to her earlier complaints of teasing them both before relenting on her previous point, "But when you're right, you're right."

The dark-haired male pulled himself up to his feet and carefully leaned in closer following these words. He placed another kiss upon Makoto's full lips, allowing the female to taste herself on his own lips as the faint traces of sake remained upon both of their breaths. It was a shame to lose the feel of her toes teasing along his shaft, but it was soon replaced with the even better sensation of his cock slowly rubbing itself along the female sensei's moist, tender lips. His hips moved forward, brushing the length of himself along the folds of her sex, teasing them both despite her earlier pleads to stop. She could feel his mouth starting to smile against her lips, as he figured they were at least closer to the eventual joining then when he teased her only minutes earlier.

Breaking the kiss, he nips at her lower lip as one hand moves to position the head of himself, feeling it starting to press teasingly into the woman's moist petals as he whispered, "Now we'll find out just how sturdy and resilient this little table truly is under pressure."

Hiroto's left hand went to wrap around the leg previously hooked around his shoulder, pulling and holding the gorgeous woman closer to the edge of the table as his hips started to push forward; feeling the entrance to her womanhood starting to yield under the steady force as the tip of him was slowly enveloped within her folds. No matter how often they did this, that first penetration into her body would always draw out a low groan, almost a growl from deep within the man's throat. Tonight was no exception as his dark eyes gazed down into Makoto's own, watching for her reaction, but also letting her see the effect she continued to have on the experienced male as he pushed in further, inch by inch, pulling back only a little here and there before pushing forward once again, as she was slowly stretched and filled by the thickness of his hardened excitement.

Both hands were now positioned at her legs, holding them apart slightly as his hips moved slowly, back and forth, until nearly every inch of his nicely endowed manhood was pushing and pulling its way into Makoto's body. Gritting his teeth slightly at the pressure, at the pleasure, Hiroto started moving faster, harder into the woman laid out on the table for him. The faint noise of his arousal sliding wetly into her sex, along with the varying sounds of pleasure which escaped their respective lips, could be heard echoing within the bedroom. Both sources of noise would only increase, as his hips began thrusting faster, pounding into the open thighs of female sensei, his hooded eyes gazing down at his partner as he quickly built toward a steady, yet fierce tempo to their impassioned lovemaking.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Her smirk only widened ever so slightly as she knew her skills of 'persuasion' would soon turn the situation towards in their favor, but she also knew very well that her partner was at the brink of his patience. He wanted this just as badly as the female sensei did, and she then felt his want for her, especially as she stared into his eyes and she knew he could see her own lust reflected in her own.

His comment replied to her, then made her slightly chuckle, "Are you complaining, my dear? I thought this was one of those special qualities you like about me after all." Tilting her head slightly at his further comment, she could only snickered slightly as she continued to gaze down upon him. He knew well of her flirting tendencies around him; it was a sort of a small game between them as in to build some sexual tension among them both before finally being able to release them then during the night in either of their rooms.

Her dark eyes watched as his figure then moved up along her body and when he came down upon her to claim her lips once again in a firm kiss, she quickly returned it and allowing herself to taste her own essence within his mouth. As his hardened manhood stroked against her moist lower lips, she knew he had to tease her even the slightest just in hopes to perhaps rile her up. The mature woman was about to whine into his mouth but she felt the muscles of his lips moving against her lips, and then she knew better.

Such a tease, she mused in her head. Then again, she wasn't really one to talk, when she did her own teasing with him at times.

As he pulled away, breaking the kiss to only nip at her lower lip, her slightly hooded eyes remained upon his and she almost chuckled at his words though she was interrupted especially at the sensation of the thick tip of his cock pressing into her tender lips and she could only breathed out a sigh then followed by her own reply. "If the table is not sturdy as we both hope for, we better talk with that furniture shop owner.."

That surge of excitement shot through her, especially when Hiroto began to pull her body closer to his and began to enter into her hottest orifice; feeling her body beckoning for more of his length within her womanhood. The pleasurable sensation only caused a deep yet low moan to roll out from within her throat to join with Hiroto's own groan as he penetrated into her. She mumbled a word, but Hiroto with his sharp ears would be able to catch. "Oh God..."

Even after many of sessions like this with him, the sensation of him entering into her seemed to always made her mind go completely blank for a second or two before she could finally regain any sense of thought. She could never understand why but she would never question it either, especially now when he started to move his hips against her own. The gorgeous female could only reached both hands to the edges of the table, gripping firmly as she arched her back slightly and another pleasurable sound found its way from her parted lips.

Throughout all this, she managed to keep her hooded eyes upon his face, watching the changes of his facial expression as the pleasure between them mounted higher and higher as he started thrusting harder and faster, going deeper into the very core of her body. The noises they made from their lips could only increase in volume and despite that, she knew herself and Hiroto could care less especially when they both were just too absorbed in taking whatever pleasure they can get from each other.

Gripping tighter to the edges of the table and she felt her body sliding against the table at the force of his penetration into her, though she could only care so little when the pleasure heightened so much. Her inner velvet walls gripped his rigid manhood like a lover, feeling his shaft causing such sweet friction and causing louder moans to escape from her lips. There was the risk of each of their students overhearing the noises they were making, but it seemed Hiroto could not help himself either from the groans he was releasing from his own lips.

Smiling to herself slightly, knowing he would had seen that smile on her lips, the mature female then lifted her hips from the table slightly and then soon pounded her own hips against his, meeting with one such thrust and that movement elicit a low moan from her. Knowing this would be welcomed by her fellow martial artist, she then moved her hips to meet with his hard thrusts and she knew she was already feeling that familiar yet so exciting sensation, her body heightening into that very peak of pleasure and somehow she knew he would be feeling his own as well.

 

[Eazy]

The dark haired male smiled widely during her quip about filing a complaint with the furniture shop owner, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he chuckled briefly before quickly teasing, "If we do, you're the one who answers if he asks how exactly we broke it in the first place."

That was about the last completely coherent string of words which passed through the male martial artist's lips, as his hips rocked forward and back, driving her harder upon the wooden surface of the small table. Her hold upon the edges of the table would prove useful, as he continually increased the force and momentum of his movements. The thick length of his excitement would piston into her repeatedly, as Hiroto would pull out until only the bulbous tip remained, before thrusting forward with an increasing amount of his physical strength behind the motions.

Each time he would work more of his shaft into her body, until he was bottoming out inside of her, with his scrotum starting to lightly slap upon her bottom as he kept her hips raised slightly. His own grunted sounds of pleasure, almost primal in a way, were joining with her own cries as the man's fingers dug deeper into her legs; gripping harder as he started to pull at her slightly during the forward thrusts of his hips. Soon, Hiroto was instinctively timing it so that the man's hips would push forward, just as his own powerful arms were pulling her toward him. It was one of the advantages of being an old, more experienced lover.

The sound of their flesh wetly smacking together grew louder, as the force with which Hiroto was thrusting the entire length of his throbbing cock into her body was increasing with every passing moment. His eyes gazed down at her, watching the sway of her large, beautiful breasts as he pushed and pulled into her willing body, along with the surprisingly cute, yet sexy expressions her face made while within the throws of passion. For himself, tiny beads of sweat had rolled down from his furrowed brow, with a light sheen of it having formed upon his bare, fit chest as the martial arts master used those muscles and stamina for giving his longtime companion and sometimes lover exactly what she desired.

It did occur to Hiroto that they were at risk of being overheard by the students, but it wasn't as if Aoi and Hatsuko didn't know what occasionally went on in this place by now, and Logan was likely (hopefully) in a deep slumber after the last two days. Regardless, it didn't seem as if such concerns were going to hinder this man's passion, nor his partners, as the room filled with the mounting noises of their joint pleasures; so much so that it wasn't hard to imagine the halls right outside of his sliding door having also begun to echo with them.

The fingers at her legs suddenly started to inch their way lower, until they grabbed at her hips and, without missing a beat, started to lift Makoto's lower body while keeping her back laying upon the table surface. The table in question wasn't exactly full sized, both in width and height, so it allowed more than a little room for a now fully standing Hiroto to continue his pistoning motion into the female sensei while her own hips were fully raised off the table. It also resulted in further force, both upon Makoto as he drove her into the smooth surface of the table, and the table itself, meant that earlier mentioned craftsmanship was getting a greater testing.

The marathon pacing of their lovemaking continued like this for several minutes, until Hiroto started to feel that familiar pull of pleasure within his loins. His labored breathing became increasingly labored, coming out in shorter bursts, as groaned sounds of pleasure continued rolling off out of his parted lips as he thrust harder into her by now nicely abused sex. She gripped at his invading manhood, as if trying to see if she could make him cum first, which of course caused him to further increase upon his efforts. The sound of their heaving, warm bodies colliding melded with that of the occasional wood creak, with the dark-haired male now knowing that they were going to give long before this table would.

"I'm...I'm almost...almost there, Makoto..." The man grunted out between struggled intakes of air, his muscles rippling as he held her in the raised position, rarely breaking the intimate eye contact as he watched both the sway of her breasts from this angle and the way she'd occasionally look up at her from between them.

With this admission of his impending orgasm, Hiroto held little back, as his hips started to pull out, then push forward, with enough force to risk possibly knocking a weaker woman forward from her position on the table. But the mature male knew, all too well, that Makoto wouldn't relent on that grasp she held upon the corners. She could take whatever her old friend had to give, and give back more of the same, as he felt himself coming so close to hitting his peak. His thighs were hitting against the corner of the table, giving little care of whatever light bruiser may there in the morning while currently remaining set upon that one mutual goal between the pair of experienced lovers.

 

[Silver_Identity]

A gasp escaped from her parted lips as her hips was lifted up by his strong arms after taking grip on her hips, and a moan rolled out followed by the gasp as he slid into her harder yet deeper into her very core. Hiroto seemed so forceful, pistoning into her with his rigid member as if wanting to fully claim the female sensei as his especially knowing what they yearned for was similar; that blissful peak which they both would crumble upon.

Her bare skin was covered with a light sheen from her perspiration during their fierce intercourse, her large breasts swinging back and forth as she tries to keep her gaze upon Hiroto's face. But even that had become a difficult task though she kept a tight grip upon the corners of the table, not relenting on her grip despite her lover for the night seemed to be giving all that he got and was driven to get them both to that very peak.

When the tip of his manhood start hitting at the cervix of her womb, the gorgeous female clung onto the table harder and helpless cries escaped from her open lips. She knew he would never fail to go so deep within her like so and even then, she could never get over how wonderful it felt when his throbbing member went deep into her depths. He knew her body so well now; knowing where her sensitive spots were as he tried to continuously try to hit those spots and to bring her to a huge climax.

She could feel it; the ever so building of an explosion within her body, climbing onto that oh-so-sweet climax and when she barely caught what Hiroto managed to say, she tried to reply breathlessly, "I'm... I'm... close too... Hiroto... Oh god." A moan interrupted between her words and she tried to cling onto that last thread of composure as she tried to speak again.

"Inside.. Everything.. I... I want it all, Hiroto..." With those words spoken, she kept her eyes gazing up at his though her eyes were clouded with much lust and want, her mind going to a near blank once again as she felt that pleasurable tug within her body. Even though Hiroto was pulling her hips to his as he thrust into her, she moved her own hips against his as she wanted them both to at reach to that peak together.

The mature female knew it would not be long; within a few deep thrusts, the female sensei was already crying out loud; clutching to the corners of the table so hard until she could almost dig her fingernails into the very wood. Then a loud moan rolled out of her lips as she tossed her head back and her inner walls spasming around his cock, clutching ever so tightly as she finally reached to a huge orgasm.

Her body buckled and writhed against him and her lips remained parted as more pleasurable sounds and moans escaped from her lips, as she then felt sudden gush of warmth ejaculated deep within her, and she could hear the sounds Hiroto was making and she knew he reached to his peak along with her. Fortunately, she moved her hips against his, wanting them both to ride their orgasm together until they both finally return to their senses.

Laying there on the table, breathing in and out deeply and she released both her hands from the table, raising a hand up and pushed some wet tendrils away from her face as she gazed up at him. "... Hiroto.. I have to say... Despite you mention you are not that kind of a romantic man.. You certainly can make up for it with bedly sessions... You never fail to make me scream so much." Releasing a very much satisfied sigh and allowing themselves to savor the afterglow of their mutual orgasms, she glanced up at him and a small smirk touched her lips.

"... You prefer for me to leave after we clean up.. Or.. you wouldn't mind letting me sleep with you for the night?" She offered to him and she lifted a hand up to him, brushing some moist tendrils away from his face.

 

[Eazy]

The rhythmic push and pull of his hips into her yielding, partially raised lower body had grown into a feverish pace as both driven closer toward their mutual climax. His own dark eyes stared down at the woman, the lids partially hooded, nostrils flaring as he took in those quick breaths of air while driving her further into the unforgiving table. The muscles of his arms and abdominal area were given a good workout, along with his legs as nearly every part of him seemed intent on bringing Makoto to one of the most powerful orgasms she'd experienced in a life filled with pleasurable encounters.

It didn't take much longer, as the noises being drawn out of his longtime partner alone were unmistakable signs for the man that she was finally at her breaking point, with her words erasing any possible shadow of doubt. Which was a good thing, seeing as how his own body was starting to feel that tug of pleasure within his loins, with the occasional sounds of moaning which escaped Hiroto's lips coming to a momentary stop; his back arching slightly, jaw tensed shut, before a deep groan emitted out of his throat to help signal that long desired release as his cock started to swell within her before spilling out that first torrent of his essence.

The way her spasming inner walls began squeezing and releasing around the length of his cock while thrusting into her body helped in further drawing out the powerful orgasm rippling throughout the male sensei. It always proved an amazing experience to cum inside of Makoto's wonderfully built body, to have her warmth wrapped around the length of him as he continued filling her with his seed; his arms pulling her toward him just enough to push her back along the surface during every thrust. Aside from the table holding up under their intense lovemaking, it was a small wonder they hadn't stumbled off along the way, as the pace of their movements eventually, finally, started showing signs of slowing.

The martial arts teacher began relenting somewhat on the grip held on her naked body, noticing how his fingers had left small, temporary dents from where the nails had dug into her only seconds earlier. The movements of his hips continued for a while, feeling those last drops seeping out from the fat head of his cock as she squeezed and pulled at her partner during those final fleeting moments. His breathing was labored, but not terribly, as his training proved itself useful once again for more than controlled breathing during a fight. This allowed him more time for simply watching. Watching as she came down from her own orgasmic high. The way her breasts would rise and fall with every breath taken. How her trim stomach moved while glistened with sweat while she worked on similarly controlling and catching her breath. She truly was a thing of beauty, was Ms. Makoto Oita.

Struggling to keep himself standing on his shaky legs as they both seemed settled after their climax, the man listened as she spoke first, with a somewhat prideful smile peeking onto his features at her compliment. "When given the chance, I do like to believe I try my best in pleasing the ladies." The man breathed out, his own muscular chest and abs flexing slightly while taking in those long breaths of air; slowly running his fingers along the curves of her thigh in a teasing fashion as he added, "Besides, it helps in your case that I know your body better than most."

She then made her offer, gazing up at him as she stretched an arm out and brushed aside a few dampened tendrils of hair from the dark-haired male's face. Hiroto raised a hand of his own, briefly capturing the female sensei's delicate fingers within his grasp as he kissed upon the back of her hand before answering with a less ragged voice, "I...I wouldn't mind this at all, Makoto. Actually, I do believe I'd prefer to keep your company for the remainder of the night."

Stroking a thumb along the side of her soft hand, he flashed a sly smirk at the woman while teasing about her earlier concerns, "Also, sweetheart? I do believe you owe an apology to the fine craftsmen who put this table together."

Giving a small chuckle at this, Hiroto released his hold on her hand, before almost regrettably pulling away from her, slowly, until his softening manhood managed to slip free from her well used sex. A slight shiver raced throughout his body at the withdraw, with a dull pain around his thighs from where he'd been slamming into the table reminding him of how reckless he could get with his own comfort while in the heat of the moment. Perhaps a table with less pointed corners wouldn't be a horrible idea for the future? Regardless, the martial artist helped his longtime companion to her feet, as the pair took the short time necessary for collecting their strength and eventually go about cleaning up both themselves and the room from the aftermath of their heated encounter.

After a short while, both man and woman were cleaned up to their satisfaction, with the sake bottle put away for future use and the sparse remaining contents of the drinking dish having been finished (by Hiroto, naturally) in order to avoid being wasteful. As they settled into the bed, with him allowing her a chance of first getting settled into the large mattress before following after, the man let his tired muscles unwind after a mixture of his daily training regimen and what had occurred only minutes earlier. His eyes were staring toward the ceiling during those few moments, while clearly not focusing upon it in itself, which showed that he was presently immersed in thought. On numerous items, really, but the main one wasn't terribly hard to figure out.

"The results of the next few days are going to be very telling of what to expect for the future." The male sensei slowly reflected, turning his head toward Makoto slightly, speaking both to her and for his own musing benefit as he continued, "I think Logan has an idea of what to expect from his new life here, and we an idea of what we're getting into by taking him into the school as a direct apprentice. But it's still way too early for any of us to really come toward any conclusions on what to expect out of these changes in each of our lives."

Letting out a short sigh over this, Hiroto then focused his complete attention at the woman laying next to him, as he gave a partial grin while admitting in a partially joking fashion, "Granted, at the moment my biggest concern is how well sound carries from here to his room and whether or not he's a light sleeper. And I doubt he'd buy into any excuses about us getting in some late night training exercises."

Giving off a faint chuckle at the comment, the mature male took a moment to soak in the image of the woman laying at his side. Once her guest arrived, it would be a while before they could share times like this again. And with the way things seemed to be heading for those two, it was starting to appear likely that moments like this were going to become a thing of the past in general.

Trying to push such thoughts aside, Hiroto reached a hand up to stroke the back of it against her cheek before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on her lips; holding it for several seconds until the affectionate embrace ended with him gazing down into her eyes and whispering, "Sleep well, sweetheart. And thanks for the sake." He gave a faint smirk at the tease, as the mature male lowered his head enough to brush his forehead across her own before settling back onto the bed.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Taking a deep breath to recompose her breathing pattern, she kept her gaze upon his face and chuckled gently as he absorbed what she had to say and returned his own comment which brought a similar smirk to her own lips. But the smirk then softened to a gentle smile, especially when Hiroto took her hand to press a small kiss onto the back of it. At his positive reply to her offer, the smile on her lips widened and she gently nodded her head at him. She actually would like to stay with him for the night, as she felt that they would not be able to spend such times like tonight since he now have a student under his wing.

Not forgetting her guest who would be coming in quite shortly in a week or so, and she knew how he can be so demanding of her attention whenever they were together. But for now, her thoughts did not really matter especially when she decided to just indulge this night with her fellow martial artist. At his comment though, she expelled soft chuckle and she returned his smirk with her own, "Well, at least we both know which craftsman to go to anytime we would like a new furniture in the dojo.."

Sooner or later, the wonderful session had to end despite she was certain they both could continue if they had more time. As he drew his softening shaft from her core, a slight shiver went down her spine as well and she sighed softly, realizing how much he indeed came deep inside of her. Not that she had minded after all, but she definitely had to clean herself up especially after feeling some of their mixed fluids trickling down from her nicely used sex and down along her inner thigh.

Makoto took only a short while to gather her strength back, then also to get herself cleaned up along with Hiroto before they headed to the large mattress in his room. Tugging her bed robe over her body, she crawled onto the mattress before laying herself down at one side, her dark eyes watching as Hiroto then joined to lay down beside her. She kept her body turned to the side, facing him and her half closed eyes just watched him for a long moment.

Only when he spoke to her again, she opened her eyes a bit wider and only realizing how he had tire her out for the night. She replied to him, a slow smile on her face as she pushed her hair away from her eyes to continue gazing at him, "It is indeed too quick, but we both are aware that your new student has great potential.. I'm sure you would make something great out of this young man, Hiroto." She sounded very certain and much confident with her old friend as she just laid there on her side, looking at him.

Though when he started to lightly joked, she chuckled softly as she replied, "We all are adults in this premise.. I'm certain he would understand that even us two have our own sexual needs." After her reply, she was about to close her eyes to try and fall asleep though that was paused for a moment when she felt Hiroto touching her cheek with the back of his hand and once again, she was glancing at him. When he leaned over for a kiss, she only returned it with her own before smiling gently to herself.

"You're welcome, darling.. Hope you did enjoyed the sake as much as I did." Giving him a smirk of her own, she watched him as he then laid back down on the bed before they finally settled down to catch some needed sleep for the next day.

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The week then passed by quickly, since now Logan had become confident to get himself trained up properly under the teachings of Hiroto. As for the twins under Makoto, they were trained as usual though it seemed that the female sensei was slightly distracted as she was aware an important guest would be coming over to Japan to pay her a visit soon. Just that she wasn't too certain on the date and time, and that seemed to be frustrating her quite a bit.

The twins realized about that and had confronted Hiroto about it from time to time during that week, which was for certain had sparked some curiosity within the new student of Hiroto. During that week though, it seemed one of the twins became even closer to Logan though Aoi seeme to be disapproving on her sibling becoming too close to him to her liking.

But Makoto's lingering question would be answered on that weekend, since that special guest decided to pay Makoto a little surprise visit from him. They both had discussed about him perhaps coming over to the dojo so Makoto could formally introduced him to her students and also this old friend of hers that she had been mentioning a few times though it seemed the female martial artist wasn't too certain about it either.

Despite how Makoto might had felt, they haven't seen each other for a long while now and since he had touched down onto Japan, he felt the greatest urge to at least see the beauty once again. And that was mainly the reason why his white limousine was now parked in front of the large gates of the dojo. Even himself find the place quite intriguing as he stared out of the window of the vehicle before he stepped out and ordered the driver to just wait inside.

One of the twins was the first to notice the vehicle in front of the premise; then again, how difficult it would be to spot a gorgeous white limousine humming gently outside the dojo and then an even more gorgeous fellow leaving the vehicle to walk towards the gate. Hatsuko watched from the upper level of the dojo with clear view of the entrance of the gate before calling her younger sister over.

"Any idea who's that? Did Makoto-sensei or Hiroto-sensei mention anything about having a guest over?" Aoi asked to her older sister and she only received a shrug from her sister's shoulders.

"No idea.. But he looked.. rather familiar. Mhm.. Makoto-sensei never mentioned anything. Maybe we can just inform Hiroto-sensei first." Hatsuko answered to her sibling and before long, both twins had went over to the living room where they both knew that the mature male sensei would usually be when weekends came. After informing him about this unknown guest waiting at the entrance, the twins only watched in silent curiosity as Hiroto then understandably went over to open the gates for this arrival.

As for the unknown guest, he just waited patiently at the door before the door was then pushed open and like just any normal person would, he was just as surprised as Logan was when he realized it was just only a man opening that rather heavy looking door with just one hand.

Standing at the door was a man in glasses who looked just around the same age as Hiroto, dressed in a formal white business suit and looking rather handsome despite the slightly rugged look. Clearing his throat, he then spoke in greeting with a large smile on his face, "I apologize but I'm here for Makoto Oita? You must be Hiroto Tanaka, I presume?" There was a subtle British accent despite he was speaking in Japanese.

Before he could introduce himself to the martial artist, a familiar voice sounded from behind Hiroto, "Mr. Fei Zhong! What a pleasant surprise to see you here. I never expect for you to come here.." Makoto spoke as she then stood beside Hiroto before brushing passed by him as she then went over to the new guest. Of course she was definitely surprised and yet happy to see her lover, but she was hoping in not in this rather awkward situation.

"Ah, well. I just miss you so much and I decided I might as well come over to see you, love." Fei Zhong spoke as he then placed a small kiss on Makoto's forehead and that act brought a subtle blush to the older woman's cheeks. It seemed this man can bring such a change to the rather incorrigible woman after all, especially on how he then wrapped her arm around Makoto's waist rather protectively.

"I apologize, but yes. My name is Fei Zhong, but you may just call me Fei if you wish. You must be Hiroto, am I right? Makoto had mentioned about you to me and I am honored to be able to finally meet with you. Thank you for taking care of my Makoto while I was away." He started to speak while extending his right hand out for a small handshake.

 

[Eazy]

The week which followed had passed about as smoothly as any of the dojo's residents could hope. Logan had found himself growing increasingly comfortable around his new house-mates, with the possible exception of Aoi, whom often seem disapproving of the growing closeness he had with her sister. It occurred to him that it may be a problem that required a more direct approach at some point, but also hoped it was simple growing pains that would pass once each of them had a little more time for getting used to one-another.

That, and the newest resident-student of the dojo was often too tired and sore from his training for worrying about what could be trivial matters that were only being projected as worse within his mind. Hiroto had wasted little time in making up for that lost day of training, as Logan's cardiovascular was worked upon, along with numerous strenuous (and indeed painful) stretching exercises to increase his flexibility. These often involved specially designed and homemade gadget that appeared set on eventually stretching their user (or victim, as he often felt to be the case) in ways that would make the gymnastic teams back home cringe in sympathy.

Master and pupil had also started working more directly on fine tuning and improving what skills there were from those years training with his father. It helped that both were trained under the late Shin Kobayashi, Logan's father, as they were shown to have similar styles and that helped in soothing the at times rough progression into a student/teacher relationship. The young foreigner had a long ways to go before he could stand up against the likes of Ken, but at least the past week had seen him starting to shed a few sloppy or bad habits where it involved the young man's technique.

On this day, while Hiroto was relaxing within the living room after running a few drills earlier with Logan, the aforementioned pupil was getting in some lone exercise time within the gym. Sit ups, push ups, a few rope climbing runs and going over of some of the safer (safer being a relative term when it came to Hiroto's training regimen) stretching exercises had been done earlier. At the moment, he was doing what was popularly known in the states as shadow boxing, as the young man finished going over his technique while measuring it against what his body remembered of Ken's own movements.

This would go on for about a half hour, before the tired student would finally relent on his lone exercising; grabbing a towel and starting to wipe away the beads of perspiration before heading out for some fresh air with his shirt draped over his shoulders. It was convenient timing, as it would seem, that the student would find himself outside shortly after Hiroto had been called out for letting in their visitor; though he did watch from a corner at first while his new Master addressed the unknown guest.

For his part, this was expected, and the maturely aged martial artist was prepared to greet Makoto's special guest like he would any other person who came to their home in friendship. Still, a part of him couldn't help but compare the other man with himself, in terms of appearance and manner of dress, Right off the bat, he could see why Makoto would enjoy the company of this fellow, and was about to address him with courtesy when the woman Mr. Fei Zhong was here to see suddenly came onto the scene.

It was expected, and indeed understandable that she would go right by him in order to greet her special guest, but it did bring about a twinge, perhaps more than a twinge, of jealousy as she embraced the other man. He'd seen her around other men, of course, but the air surrounding these two was considerably different from others who caught her promiscuous interest. More of a true, genuine couple.

The other man returned his attention and apologized for the bout of rudeness, offering up his hand which Hiroto respectfully accepted with a firm handshake as he shook his head, "It's quite alright. She has a way of quickly drawing a person's attention upon her arrival." He noted, tossing a brief, teasing look in his friends direction before continuing, "And it is an honor to meet you, Fei. The girls and I had been hearing of you for a while now, so it's a pleasure to finally have you visiting us. And no thanks are needed. Makoto and I have been friends for years, so it's almost second nature for us to watch out for another whenever needed. Also, well, believe me when I say she can more than take care of herself."

Toward the conclusion of his martial arts master's introduction, Logan had finally decided on approaching the trio; keeping the shirt draped around his shoulders at the moment as he waited for the right time to speak up.

"Excuse me? Hiroto-sensei? Makoto-sensei? I...hope I'm not interrupting anything?" The young man offered upon approach, not being completely sure of what to make of this other guy, especially after having noticed his sensei's brief reaction to Makoto's embrace.

Turning toward the male student, Hiroto had seemingly been aware of the other man's presence for a while as he gave a calm shake of his head, "No, no. Not at all, Logan." He explained, taking it upon himself to initiate the following introduction, "This is the gentleman I'd said we would be expecting this weekend. Mr. Fei Zhong? This is Logan Kobayashi. He just started living and training here a little over a week ago."

The young man gave a similar firm handshake to their visiting guest, the two exchanging the expected pleasantries before Hiroto offered, "Well, I don't wish to keep the two of you out in this heat. I'm sure Makoto would like to take you inside to relax for a bit and meet up with her own students?"

When they eventually took up the offer, the two male martial artists lingered behind as Logan took a try at pulling close the large gate of the dojo; requiring the use of both hands but finally achieving the simple, yet daunting task. Wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow, he turned to catch the head of the school gazing at the happy couple as they made their way into the home. Walking over to stand beside him, Logan let out a brief sigh, partly brought on by exhaustion, but also intended to draw the older male's attention as he too watched the pair.

"Good looking guy." He stated; glancing from the corner of his eye for any reaction, only to find little as he added, "Seems the charming type, too." Another glance. Nothing. "And they do look good together." He tried again, almost thinking he saw something as he started, "They-"

"Logan?" The dark-haired male calmly interrupted, not turning to look at his apprentice while dryly suggesting, "How would you like to run laps tonight while carrying a backpack filled with twenty pound weights?"

Turning his head and blinking, the subtle threat began dawning on the already tired young man as he quickly took a sidestep or two away, "Uhhh. Heh. Gotcha. Sorry, sensei." He apologized, then started walking after the pair that had entered the large dojo before them, before pausing and glancing over his shoulder to offer a parting opinion, "But can I say? If half of what I'd picked up from Hatsuko is true, you may want to consider your own feelings instead of always putting others ahead for a change."

That finally got a reaction out of Hiroto, as he turned his head and gave a calm, yet chilling stare at Logan "I'm going! I'm going!" The young man quickly blurted, raising his hands in apology before heading for where the others would likely be meeting up.

Giving a sigh, the older male shook his head while starting to follow after as he grumbled to himself, "It was bad enough when I only had the twins to worry about...."

 

[Silver_Identity]

She knew she had been mentioning to introduce her boyfriend to her closest friends and her two students despite his visit for this day was quite unplanned. Then again, since he was already here, she couldn't exactly complain especially when she felt just happy to see him after a long while. And as for Fei Zhong, he felt the same way and it was very clear especially in the way his arm was around her waist and keeping her close to his side, as if not wanting to let her go and yet not so firmly to the point of showing any possessiveness.

At the arrival of the new student of the dojo, the older foreigner exchanged a small greeting with a smile on his face and took his hand for the simple handshake. "Ahh.. It's a pleasure to meet you, Logan. I had met with your late father once and I have to say, he was such a respectful man. I'm certain you would make him proud. Also having Mr. Hiroto as your sensei, I'm sure you'll go far.. Of course perhaps with some teaching from Makoto here too." He spoke to Logan and at his last sentence, he exchanged a brief glance with the middle-aged woman before giving his attention to Hiroto.

What Hiroto offered sounded good as Makoto nodded her head in agreement before the older female offered to guide her lover to the living room where they can have a small chat together. But before they left, Fei Zhong left Makoto's side for a brief while to retrieve a few gift boxes from the limosine and then only to return to Makoto once again. Makoto looked rather interested in what her lover had brought along with him but soon as he mentioned he would show them later, she nodded and let it be. They soon started walking into the dojo and heading to the living room while Makoto knew the other two men would catch up to them soon. She was glad that Hiroto seemed to approve of her lover, though earlier she had indeed noticed his behavior was slightly strange but that thought slid eventually especially when Fei Zhong took most of her attention as they started talking with each other. But of course, deep down inside, she was a bit more worried about a particular pair of twins.

Though when the couple did arrived to the living room, she was pleasantly surprised to see her two female students in the living room and not only that, it looked like the twins did some little work as to prepare some tea and some little snacks on the table. As for her lover, he had to admit he himself was rather hoping for a good approval from these two students especially after hearing about them quite a bit from Makoto. He knew Makoto treasured these two girls to the point of treating them as a part of her family as so their approval would be important for both of them, especially since he wanted to be a part of her family as well.

The twins looked at Fei Zhong from head to toe, and then back up again as they gave him a sort of examining look but they have to admit to themselves; their sensei had got a rather big catch with this one, especially now they finally recognize who this man was. They had seen him in the media a few times, which meant that this fellow had to be rather rich and famous. Then again, with the clothes he was wearing, they both concluded that has to be a fact.

As for the lover of Makoto, he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous but then again with the hard stares from each twins upon him, it was rather understandable. The older female ushered him to sit at the table with her twin students and Fei Zhong obliged, placing the few gift boxes on the table and watched as the pair of twins looked at the boxes with mild interest. He did came prepared after all; if he could not talk his way in to charm the two girls, there were always the option of gifts. Speaking of gift, he was pretty excited to see what the female sensei would react to the gift he got her.

Soon, the four of them got into a small chat started by Makoto and the twins would answer whenever they have to, as the chat then turned to a small friendly talk before they paused as Hiroto and his student joined them in the living room. As they then sat with the others at the table, the wealthy man thought it would be now appropriate to distribute the presents he brought over. Of course, he gave Makoto her present first before going with the others, especially the twins which the twins accepted. He looked apologetic towards Logan, "I apologize that I couldn't get you anything as well. But.. I think this might help you and your teacher in your training at least." As he spoke, he drew out a small envelope from within his coat and place the envelope on the table in front of Hiroto.

"Please take this as a small gift from me, especially for taking care of Makoto for me.. And also this being her home, I just want to help out whichever and whenever I can." At his words, Makoto looked surprised and then unexpectedly, she placed a peck on his cheek at the kind gesture. Before long, they started the conversation once again and Makoto was pleased to know the twins seemed to take a liking towards Fei Zhong. Now knowing that the twins somehow accepted him just brought such a great relief to her. She doesn't need to worry so much now, thank goodness.

 

[Eazy]

Both of the male residents of the dojo seemed understanding of allowing Makoto a chance of introducing her partner to the twins which she cared for like a mother figure, as they took a little longer then expected for reentering the living room area. As perhaps expected, while they'd gotten the introductions out of the way, it seemed Hatsuko and Aoi remained somewhat reserved at first in how to receive their sensei's lover. Hiroto, in particular, seemed to expect this and, while a part of him may have appreciated and respected the girls initial reactions, did find himself relieved as they settled onto the table and appeared to soften in their demeanor about the other male.

When gifts were passed out by the wealthy man, Logan had correctly assumed that the week he'd been here was perhaps short notice for expecting anything on this man's part, so didn't appear disappointed when the older male apologized. There was a curious look upon his features, however, as the man drew out the envelope and passed it to his sensei while speaking of how it may help in their training.

Honestly? Hiroto didn't wish to accept any presents, especially for something which the mature male didn't feel required any reward for doing. But this didn't stop him from stretching out a hand to graciously accept the envelope, for fear of offending Makoto or her guest if he allowed a stubborn moment of pride interrupt the current mood of the room.

As the male sensei opened the envelope and looked inside at the thick roll of bills, Logan had leaned over enough to glance over his shoulder and take one good look; his eyes widening almost immediately upon first glance, "Holy-"

The younger male quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling any further initial outburst as calmed a bit and made a throat clearing noise before sitting back down to address their guest, "Wow, uh, thanks, Mr. Zhong. It's like you're the filthy rich uncle I never had." The silver haired male stated with a slight bit of humor, giving a short pause until adding with a slight smile, "And I mean that in the nicest way possible."

Hiroto didn't exactly share that initial enthusiasm as his young charge, but was similarly surprised by the amount found inside of the envelope. Still, he stuck to his guns, closing the envelope in question and holding it for a moment as he spoke with Mr. Fei Zhong, "Like I'd mentioned outside, there really is no need for thanks when it comes to looking after Makoto." He corrected, not really showing any hostility so much as reminding of this before finishing with a grateful nod, "But I am very appreciative of your gift, and shall make certain it's put toward a good use."

Pocketing the envelope for safe keeping, the martial arts master would honor the gift by purchasing several pieces of equipment, to replace ones they owned which had taken a beating over time. The rest would be put toward even better use in helping about the community, for those less fortunate than those within the dojo.

The conversations carried on as best to be expected, with a few basic questions asked to become better acquainted with their guest, and vice versa. By the time the tea and assorted had started running low, Logan seemed a little anxious to excuse himself as he addressed their guest and the others, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to get in a little more training before hitting the showers. It's been nice meeting you, Mr. Fei Zhong."

A respectful bow was given to the other man, followed by standing from the table and glancing toward the sisters while inquiring with an almost nervous smile. "Don't suppose either of you are up for having a sparring session? Just, you know. Go easy on me if so?"

Truth be told, while Logan was indeed interested in seeing how his training may have prepared him against either of the girls (even if he was certain either one could kick his butt), his request was also an excuse for getting a chance to speak with them for an opinion on their sensei's lover and his own master.

Taking a sip of the tea, the male martial arts master gave a faint chuckle at the young man's suggestion before offering, "If you girls would like a chance to beat on my pupil for a few minutes, then be my guest. I'll take care of cleaning up here. No worries."

Waiting a few moments to see if either or both of the girls would accept the challenge for a friendly spar, the three adults remained in the living room area as at least Logan departed for the sparring area of the school.

Shortly after, the dark-haired martial artist helped himself to another treat and finished up the remainder of the tea which remained within his cup; calmly placing it upon the table as he semi-apologized to Fei Zhong, "Please don't take any offense toward my pupils early departure. He's...had an interesting experience since arriving in the country, and has become very dedicated toward his training."

Not being sure of how much Makoto may have mentioned of Logan, and in particular the earlier encounter with Ken, the man left it at that before continuing with a smile, "In either case, I hope you've taken a liking to not only Logan, but the girls, especially. They're a little protective of their sensei, and perhaps a bit too nosy for their own good, but they mean well in their actions."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Deep down inside, Makoto was extremely pleased to see her oldest friend accepting the envelope like so despite she knew his personality far too well. Indeed she was surprised that her present lover gave such a present but then again, she knew that he could be generous when he want to be. But by glancing at both reactions of his friend and his student, the amount of money he had given must be a great number.

But at the young student's comment, the wealthy man was just very amused at what he said and he shook his head, looking not offended at all. Actually, he find the young man humorous and having great potential, after what he heard from his lover beside him. But as for his sensei though, he clearly understood why he didn't seem so thrilled to accept the money like so and indeed, he was a bit worried that he might had offend Makoto's friend for giving such a present.

But all was good, and he was glad he managed to be on the good side of both twins. Well, that was he hoped for and thought. Apparently the twins were indeed surprised to receive gifts from him, and when they opened their presents, they have to admit. Damn, maybe having a rich 'guardian' in a way wouldn't be a bad thing, so Makoto indeed fished in a big catch with this guy. Also, seeing how their sensei acted around him, they both knew this guy do make her happy and it was rare for them to see their sensei this happy with someone.

As the conversation lingers for a while more, only when Logan began to excuse himself and explaining his reason to Fei Zhong, the man doesn't seem offended and nodded his head in understanding before he continued to pay attention to the conversation at hand. As for the twins, they glanced at their sensei at first as if asking for a silent permission to her before they received a nod from Makoto. Both girls actually were glad Logan asked them both out; they needed to at least discuss among each other about this man in Makoto's life anyways.

When the twins were about to leave along with Logan, Makoto's voice sounded, calling both their names which made both twins paused in their footsteps. "Aoi. Hatsuko. Please do not be so harsh on Logan. Also, you both, despite myself and Hiroto are senseis here, you both are now considered his seniors, which means you both can correct any incorrect moves and to help him improve. You both understand?"

Both twins exchanged glances with each other before they reply simultaneously, "Of course, sensei. We'll do what we can to help. And thank you, Hiroto-sensei. We promise we would not beat him up too badly." With that, both twins left with their fellow student and allowed the three adults to continue with their conversation.

The three students went to the training area of the dojo, though the twins letting Logan walk ahead of them this time as both twins delved into their little conversation. Siblings talk, after all.

At Hiroto giving explaination for Logan's departure, Fei Zhong shook his head as he then replied, "That is alright. I am not offended at all, I wouldn't want to interrupt his training whatsoever. And.. ahh, I clearly understand about why the twins would feel like so. Makoto had warned me about them, but they both are lovely girls. I know within time, I would be able to win them over. After all, me and Makoto had talked about marriage a few times."

At the word 'marriage' was spoken out, the female sensei chuckled a bit, looking rather surprised that he mentioned about marriage like so. Indeed, they did discuss about it a few times but she was still uncomfortable with the idea especially knowing her two students. And deep down, she wondered whether Hiroto would feel anything negative about this. But then again, she was not going younger and she felt it would be soon for her to at least settle down. He would understand, she knew.

Before either Makoto or Hiroto could say anything, Fei Zhong then continued, "I apologize, but I would like to take Makoto out for dinner and also to steal her for the night. I'm sure she had informed you and the students about it, but my visit to here was definitely unplanned." He then focused his attention towards the lovely woman sitting beside him, "Makoto, I suggest you wear that dress I got you today. I would like to see how you look in it."

Makoto glanced at Hiroto for a moment, letting her gaze lingered a moment too long before she realized what she was doing before lowering her head slightly. "Excuse me then. I would not take long." Exchanging kisses with Fei Zhong, the female sensei then left the living room and leaving the two men behind to allow them to have any conversation they would like.

"I apologize if this was going too fast.. I am aware Makoto had been staying here with you for so long. I actually feel bad that sometime soon I might be taking her away along with her two students once we decide to settle down." Fei Zhong then started to speak, intending to at least have a small talk with Hiroto. "I assure you that I would take good care of her, and of course the lovely girls when the time comes."

Both men have their light conversation until Makoto then returned to the living room in the said dress, adorning white cheongsam with a simple gold embroidery which shaped of a dragon around her chest and curling up to the collar; so fitting to the woman wearing the dress. For the occasion, she had let her long hair down her back. In short, she looked just gorgeous and divine; even Fei Zhong looked pleased with himself with the choice of dress he picked for her.

"You look gorgeous, my dear.. Hiroto-san, I hope you wouldn't mind informing the students that we both would be leaving once they are done with their training. We both would be leaving now. Thank you once again for your hospitality and also, it's such a pleasure to meet you. Hope it would be alright if I can come over again for another time perhaps." With that, Fei Zhong then stood up from the table, extended his hand out for a simple handshake with Hiroto before going over to Makoto who waited at the door of the living room.

They both waited as they knew it would have to be customary for Hiroto to guide them both out of the dojo and also to open the large heavy gate for them both. Once that was done, they both entered into the limousine and was then gone. Both twins somehow were aware that their sensei must be gone now, with her lover but it was not as if they could do anything. It seemed everything was set in motion, and they weren't certain whether they like it or not.

 

[Eazy]

As the trio of young apprentices left their respective sensei's and mutual guest to continue conversing, Logan glanced at the chattering siblings with a partially raised eyebrow and slight smirk touching upon his features. "'Promise we would not beat him up too badly', huh?" He quoted the last part of their reply to Hiroto-sensei, letting out an almost nervous chuckle while admitting with a shake of his head, "Well, I guess that's better than the alternatives of going too soft to learn anything or walking out of there with a few punctured organs."

They continued on their way toward the training area, feeling a mixture of eagerness and apprehension over how he may fair against either of the sisters now that his skills were somewhat refreshed. Of course, this wasn't the only reason for asking them to join with him, as the young foreigner slowed his step enough to walk alongside them while inquiring, "So, how do you two feel about Fei Zhong? Seems like a cool enough person, albeit not the type of man I'd have foreseen Makoto-sensei getting seriously involved with. But then I've only known her for a little over a week."

The young martial arts student waited to hear whatever Hatsuko and/or Aoi may have had to say on the matter; listening carefully even as they approached the indoor training area and opening the sliding door to allow them entry first. A perhaps surprisingly gesture on his part, considering what they were going inside to do with each other. Inside, Logan started to stretch, having let his previously tired muscles grow too relaxed during tea time and needing to make sure there wouldn't be any cramps or pulls once they started.

As he went about performing these simple stretches, the silver haired male glanced at the girls while giving his own opinion on all of this, "To be honest, from the moment I stepped foot in here and first met her, I'd immediately gotten a vibe between Hiroto-sensei and Makoto-sensei. Granted, I rarely see sensei with any other women so that I could gauge how different he is around them. And Makoto's the free spirit she is when it comes to many things sexual."

Continuing with the stretches for a few moments longer, Logan allowed his eyes to trail away of the girls; seemingly gazing nowhere in particular as he spoke reflectively on everything observed since his initial arrival, "And yet? I don't know. There was often this unspoken connection between them that seemed stronger than a simple comradely shared by old friends. I'd noticed it even without anyone bringing it to my attention. And the way Hiroto-sensei was letting his gaze linger on her and Fei Zhong by the gate..."

Pausing for a moment, the young man shook this off with a simple shrug of his shoulders while freely admitting with a slight smile, "But, hey, what do I know about love? I haven't managed to hold down a serious relationship in a couple of years. And doubt I'll have many opportunities for dating with all of the training I need to catch up on."

Letting out a sigh after wrapping up with the short series of stretches, Logan clapped his hands together once while glancing between the pair of identical siblings, "So, who gets the honor of going first? Any rules either of you think we should lay down for best determining a winner? I'm thinking basic takedown rules?"

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Meanwhile, the male sensei was appreciative of Fei Zhong's understanding for Logan's distracted nature toward the latter point of their exchanges. Hiroto was also glad to hear that the other man had seemingly taken a liking to the girls, though that calm exterior gave way to a look of slight surprise when their guest brought up the idea of marriage. The dark-haired male glanced at one and then the other, being somewhat taken aback by this revelation, but slowly slipping back into his usual demeanor. One look at Makoto as she chuckled, that smile upon her lovely features, was enough to do this. It seemed apparent that she would be happy with the idea of settling with this man. In the end, nothing else mattered.

As the other man continued, making mention of the aforementioned plans for spending the remainder of the evening and night with her guest, the head of the dojo quickly nodded while affirming, "Ah, yes, of course. Please, I don't wish to keep you any longer than necessary."

At that, Fei Zhong made the suggestion for Makoto to get properly dressed for the night out, as the female martial artist excused herself in order to dress herself for the occasion. Being left on their own for the time being, it gave the two men a chance to speak a little further on the coming winds of change which seemed all the more inevitable. The handsome visitor to the dojo spoke of the plans for Makoto and himself, while speaking apologetically toward Hiroto for this along with attempting to assuage a few concerns that, indeed, the man did have for when the time may come to say goodbye.

Taking in a deep breath, the martial arts master gave an understanding nod before assuring the guest in his home, "If that is truly what Makoto's heart desires, then you have nothing to apologize for, Fei. She is...a very special woman. After everything she's given us, she deserves nothing less than the best out of life for herself and those girls." A short pause, Hiroto's light brown eyes showed a slight sense of sternness behind them as he 'warned' the man who'd won the heart of his longtime companion, "Just make certain that you follow through on your assurance of taking care of them, Mr. Fei Zhong. I don't mean in simple monetary matters. She deserves to find happiness with someone that'll care for and treat her with the respect befitting of someone like herself."

That having been said, the two men continued to converse for the short time remaining until the woman they were discussing returned into the room. Her presence had obviously captured both men's attention, even Hiroto, who hadn't many come across many chances to see her dressed so lovely despite their long history with each other.

"Beautiful." The man commented simply, yet genuinely, as he watched the woman with a small smile until finding his attention drawn back toward Fei Zhong when the man inquired on a couple of requests which Hiroto had little reservation on complying with, "Of course, I'll let the girls and Logan know after their training session is completed. And please feel free to visit whenever you'd like during your stay in Japan."

From there the head of the dojo escorted the couple out of the their home and toward the heavy gate which would lead them back to the car. As the large male pushed the gate open and stepped aside to allow them exit from the premises, he gave the pair a friendly smile while wishing them a pleasant evening with a half-joking word of advice at the end, "Have a lovely time, you two. And as a wise man once said? Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

While spoken clearly and pleasantly for both of them, it was more a light jab at Makoto. A parting, harmless rib to an old friend that was off for what looked to be a magnificent evening away from the school. It wasn't like she hadn't left for nights before, but it was strange seeing her off like this, as they got into the vehicle and left while Hiroto waved them off from the gate. The man lingered out there for a moment, letting out a light sigh as he noted how the sun was showing signs of setting. It was going to be quiet around here with her gone. Even quieter when she was away with the girls forever.

Brushing aside such depressing thoughts for another time, the man started to pull the gate close while glancing over his shoulder at the dojo and musing to himself with a faint smirk, "I suppose I should make sure that they haven't killed him yet."

 

[Silver_Identity]

The twins were actually appreciative of Logan calling them out like so as they both knew the three of them were likely going to discuss about their new guest which their two senseis were entertaining at the moment. When both girls think about it, they couldn't really pinpoint anything they could find to dislike the man that Makoto seemed to be very interested upon. None at all whatsoever. And so when their fellow apprentice slowed his pace down to match with theirs, and both twins listened to what his question was; both Hatsuko and Aoi exchanged glances before putting their attention to Logan.

".. Mr. Fei Zhong seems to be a really likable guy.." Aoi started with the answer before her sister then pitched in, to continue the sentence. ".. We can't find any flaws to dislike him.. I mean. Really, our sensei got a pretty big catch with this guy. He's handsome.." Hatsuko trailed off, looking at her younger sibling to let her continue.

Aoi took the initiative then, her lips parting as she then spoke, "He's filthy rich, looking back at the gifts he brought us. And by your reaction earlier when you saw the money in that envelope.. That's quite confirmed. Also. Limousine.."

".. And most importantly.. We never really seen Makoto-sensei so... pleased and happy. He seems to make Makoto-sensei really happy.." And at that point, both twins looked as if they had nothing else to dispute, especially when that fact sank in. Indeed, they were happy for their dearest guardian to find someone like so, but the thought of perhaps some day, Makoto having to finally settle down and then moving out with her.. The thought itself was rather depressing and even worrisome for them both.

As they entered into the training room after Logan opened the sliding door to allow both girls to enter first before him, they decided not to sulk about it, especially in front of their fellow student as he then continued with his opinion. At his opinion though, the two girls exchanged another look with each other before they both stated together, "You are not the only one."

"Mostly anyone who knows them both could really see that there is something special between them. And both of them are clearly not aware or could be in great denial about how they felt for each other.." Hatsuko started to explain what they both meant, giving a short glance towards Aoi and her sister then continued her sentence for her. As they both spoke, they followed what Logan was doing and did their own stretches, warming up their muscles before their spar.

"They always claim that they just want to stick to being very close dear friends, but truly, I mean, they both get along so well and could be mistaken to be a couple unless explained by them. Now perhaps you could understand why we are so keen on getting them both together." At the end of her sentence, both twins then expelled a sigh.

But now that subject was already done, both girls knew they had to stay focus on this little sparring session despite they know they have to be careful not to go to hard on their fellow student. Though at Logan's honest statement about his supposedly love life, Hatsuko wondered about it and actually felt that was quite a shame since she felt Logan was a swell guy but at his last sentence, she couldn't help but feel a sting of disappointment. At that, she scolded herself from within for even feeling like so.

As for her younger sibling, Aoi knew Hatsuko was rather soft person and knowing her apparent feelings for the fellow apprentice; she knew Hatsuko would be holding back quite a lot with him. She decided, she would just go ahead first. Also, she was mildly curious on his progress of all that training.

"I'll go first.." Aoi's answer made Hatsuko a bit surprised but she just let it passed, allowing for her sister to do whatever she wished. "Well, we'll just go with the basic take-down rules. Hatsuko will then count to 3 when either of us are down on the floor and unable to get back up in time. So.. let's get ready and start. We'll do this without any tool for now." With that, both girls went to the training square while waiting for Logan to approach the square as well. It seemed that despite both girls were trained in using weapons most of the training times, Makoto-sensei indeed trained them in hand-to-hand combat.

The younger sibling of the twin moved into an offensive standing position with hands opened slightly and her left foot over her right; both apprentices waiting for Hatsuko to give the starting signal. As for the older sibling, she wasn't too worried as she knew her sister would be able to hold back when she felt she need to.

And so, when she gave the starting signal with a simple movement of the hand, Aoi then took the initiative to give the first attack as she then dash forward towards Logan with a curled fist as she then gave a strike towards his chest. Fortunately for Logan, after training so hard under Hiroto's supervision seemingly becoming to pay off as he was able to deflect it using his forearm and then using his other free arm to aim his own strike down upon the female.

The tomboy wasn't too surprised that he managed to block her attack, and she was quick when she noticed him returning a stroke of his own, as she then used her agility to duck herself down, doing a partial split as her legs parted beneath her before doing a nicely sweeping kick towards his legs.

Perhaps for that move, Logan wasn't too lucky as both twins watched as he then fell towards the floor after that move and Aoi got back to her feet after a small backwards flip. "That was a good deflect, Logan. Just have to keep yourself more wary and get your reflex to act faster." That was the encouragement said by Hatsuko as she tried to cheer for Logan, which made her younger sister chuckle at her behavior.

"Come on, Logan. Don't hold back for me. Just give me what you got," Aoi spoke as she gave a determined look towards him, provoking him with a hand movement as she then took a more defensive pose this time. "Your move now."