That's Not How You Take A Nap - Side Story

"Well then go ahead and grab one. Get a good feel of it. I'm not gonna bite. You deserve a little bonus for helping me out when I didn't ask for it." Iwakan didn't bother moving from her position laying on the bed, though she did drop the hand holding the keys to lay across her stomach while she waited for Kenji to make a move.

Kenji paused a second, trying to decipher the meaning of Iwaken's words. He gently tilted his head to the side, eyebrows scrunching together, and took a step closer to the bed. Did she mean...grab the money himself? Did she keep it on her person? Her current state of dress, which seemed to consist mostly of bandages, didn't really offer many places to keep money from what he could see. After a few moments of confused staring, he scratched his head and asked, "Um...so where exactly do you keep your wallet? I don't really...see anything."

"Not a wallet, you cheeky twit," Iwakan replied back while sounding mildly annoyed with his apparent hesitation. "A boob. Grab a boob. All you did was carry me a little ways to my place. That's not worth money."

"Uh...what?"

Kenji nearly froze up when Iwaken rebutted his question with a rather...unexpected correction. Of all the things he had thought this woman to be alluding to, he certainly hadn't been expecting anything like that. After all, it was like she said, all she had done was carry her back to her house. Surely that was worth a small tip of some sort at most. Not...that.

With a noticeable hesitation, he stared down at Iwaken's bandage covered chest and swallowed hard. Breasts weren't exactly a new concept--he had seen Megumi's more times than he could count, and she had certainly smothered him with them to tease him--but he had never actually touched one. Or thought about touching one...much. Maybe at night sometimes. Having the proposition offered to him now, his teenage mind was flip flopping between running in the other direction out of embarrassment and diving right in out of hormones. Well, she had offered. So...he shouldn't refuse. Right?

"Um...o-okay."

With another hard swallow he crept closer and reached a hand out tentatively, positioning his palm over Iwaken's nearest breast. It hovered there a moment before finally lowering and clasping firmly. The bandages covering her breasts were hardly thick, and shifted a bit when his fingers clenched around the mound. He could feel the tips grazing flesh, and he immediately felt his cheeks begin to flush deep red.

"There ya go," Iwakan encouraged calmly, almost sounding a bit bored with the situation as a teenager got a good, solid grope on her breast. "Not so bad, right? Here's the key. Be sure to bring it back. No trying to prank me by taking the keys with you and leaving." She lifted her hand again with the key ring, this time holding one specific key between two fingers. That was likely the one that would open the door.

Kenji was so lost in the moment of groping Iwaken's breast that he almost didn't hear what he said. Somewhere through the pounding of blood between his ears, not to mention between his legs, he heard the instructions and shook himself out of his daze. He gave one last, firm squeeze for good measure and then finaly removed his hand to take the eky from her.

"Uh, r-right...thanks. I'll bring it right back." He gave her a quick nod, and then hurried off to unlock the front door. Once he had it unlocked, he ran the key back again to drop next to Iwaken's lounging form. "There you go. Um...thanks again. It was...interesting meeting you."

With one more way, and one more long look at Iwaken's chest, he backed up and almost stumbled out of the love hotel.

"Hmph... Kids..." Iwakan mumbled drowsily once Kenji had departed and left the keys behind, resting her hands behind her head as she drifted off to sleep while awaiting the next customer.