Flight of the Lost Data ~ Hina's Lost Scene EZMode !iIyIHD.1G6 2009/08/07 (Fri) 21:22 No. 92566 ▼
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You open your eyes. It's still night, from the looks of how dark your room is. You can hear the distant sound of party-goers still, seems there's some that don't quite want to give up for the night just yet. You roll over and try to fall back asleep, and that's when you notice something slightly off. The door to your room is slightly open. You closed it, didn't you? Maybe someone was looking for a room and accidentally started to come in before they noticed you? Ah, whatever. You kick the blankets aside and walk over to the door, reaching out to it, but stop. Instead, you pull it open a bit more and stick your head out into the hall. A few feet away from your door, with her back towards you, is Hina. She seems to be talking to herself.
“Uh, hello?” you call out to her, and she suddenly starts with a yelp, turning around to face you quickly.
“Oh, oh! Uh, h-hello Kenshiro,” she stammers, eyes fixed on the floor. “I-I was just looking for a room, a-and...” Ah, so that's how it is.
“I see,” you say, leaning back into your room a bit more then. She seems awfully worked up for something like that though. “Well, good night.” You lean back fully and start to close the door, when Hina appears back in front of you.
“Uh, wait!” she says, still not looking at you. “I-I...” she stutters again. She must have something on her mind after all.
“Do you want something?” you ask, trying to help her along. She seems a lot more jittery now, and keeps looking off down the hall. “Do you have a problem or something you want me to help with?”
“N-n-nothing like th-that...” she mutters, nervously playing with her hair. You can smell alcohol on her, and her face looks pretty red, she must be drunk as well. You can't take this anymore, she's obviously got something on her mind but she's having a hard time getting it out. You push the door open more and put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her into the room. “Wa-wait!”
“Come in here,” you say, taking her into the room and over to a chair, where you motion for her to sit. After a bit of fretting, she does, and you go back to the door, taking one look around for yourself before closing the door. You head back to your bed, sitting on the edge nearest to the chair, and light a lamp sitting on a table next to you to light the room. Hina still seems nervous about something, but she also looks to have calmed down a little bit as well. “Now then, I'm pretty sure you have something you want to say, so let's hear it.”
“Nothing, r-really,” she says quietly, still trying to pass it off as nothing, and still not looking at you. “I j-just was wondering... h-how you were...” Yeah, she's definitely covering for something now.
“Hina,” you say firmly. She looks up at you for a moment, then looks away. “If you don't tell me what the problem is, I can't help you.” Hina's hands grab at her skirt. You can see the worry in her face pretty clearly. A few seconds pass, and then a minute, nothing comes from Hina.
“I'm sorry...” she mutters. “It's about when you possessed me...” Hina looks at you, then away again. “So many things happened, but I only have a faint memory of them. I'm glad that Nitori finally understood my feelings, but I... that wasn't me. We haven't done anything like th-that yet, but Nitori was being... 'playful' tonight and... I don't know if I can do it.” You see where this is going. “S-So, if it's not too much trouble, do you th-think you could p-possess me again and use my body to please Nitori?” Wait, no, this is something entirely different.
“That's a bit much!” you state, leaning back a little. Hina seems to deflate, lowering her head a bit.
“It was a stupid question, I'm sorry, I just...” she trails off. She's wringing her hands in her lap. “I don't know what to do... so...” she looks down at her hands, and falls silent again. This is a bit of a strange situation, you could probably explain to her how to go about stimulating Nitori, but...
“So...” you start, causing Hina to turn her head towards you a bit. You're starting to think now that her redness wasn't caused by being drunk, but rather overwhelming embarrassment. “Have you ever, uh... touched yourself before?” Smooth icebreaker. Hina reacts by covering her face in her hands and shaking her head.
“I-I'm sorry, I can't-” she returns to stammering, standing up from the chair and practically rushing to the door, but she stops and hesitates for a moment before dropping her head into her hands again. After a few seconds, she turns back towards you, hands clasped under her chin, eyes closed. She takes an uneasy step towards you, and another. One step after another she walks to wards the bed, and you move aside, helping guide her so she's sitting next to you.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“P-P-” she's stuttering hard right now, and stops, whining in her throat a little bit. “Please t-teach me...” You can't help but laugh. It's just a short snicker, but Hina looks over at you with a shocked expression. “What-?”
“Are you sure you can handle this?” you ask, able to see that Hina's actually trembling slightly. “I mean, it's this hard for you to ask for help, when it comes to it you're liable to just have a total meltdown. I think you should-”
“D-do it... to me...”
“Heh?” you pause, unsure of what you just heard. Did she just-
“I-if you do it to me, m-maybe with experience, I won't-” Hina continues.
“Wait, wait,” you cut in. “Think about what you're saying here.” You sure are, since within seconds mental images of Hina start flashing through your mind.
“You p-played with Nitori, and she's gotten a little bold about it,” Hina murmurs. “I thought that, if you d-did that to me, then... maybe...”
“You're okay with that?” you ask, still a little stunned at the offer dropped on your lap. Hmm, actually maybe it's best to keep your lap out of the equation, it's gotten you into a spot of trouble already. Hina nods slowly, head turned away.
“I trust you, and...” she trails off, looking back towards you, actually making eye contact, face red as ever. “I-I kind of want you to anyway...” she trails off again, bringing one of her hands to her mouth. So, that's how it is then.
“Uh, okay then...” you're a bit lost for words. You slide back onto the bed a little more. “So, what do you want?”
“What you... did, with Nitori,” Hina pauses, breaking eye contact. “To me. It looked like it felt really g-good.” Hina inches a little closer, raising one of her hands to her chest. It takes you a few seconds to realize she's undoing the laces across her chest.
“Wait, are you taking your whole dress off?” you start, a bit shocked by the sudden progression. Hina looks down.
“W-well... I don't want to get it dirty...” she mutters. “You've... seen my body before anyway. And...” she pauses again, smiling slightly. Probably the first time she's smiled the entire time. “I don't want to be the only one feeling good.” At that, she undoes the final bit of lacing and slides the shoulders of her dress down while standing. She's not wearing much beneath, just a pair of plain white panties and a matching set of stockings. You'd almost say she wore these for a reason, one things for sure though, Hina's body is a lot better looking from an outside perspective. You have a lot more of the sight to savour as she walks onto the bed with her knees, sliding onto your lap, her breasts practically pressing into your face. Her entire body feels hot, though you imagine her face would feel the most of it, considering how red she is. You can't help but to touch her, running your hands over her waist and sides.