Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses: Ladies' Night In

Ryu was flat on his back on the medical lab’s examination table, staring up at the nondescript ceiling, deep in thought. Lisa was seated across the room, typing away on a computer. The others had left a few hours ago. Tina had been paged to the Rumble Roses executive offices. Hayate and Fujiko had left for the showers when Lisa had graciously insisted that the two new lovers take the opportunity to bond more strongly before Fujiko was to be with Ryu. Reiko had blushed deeply and had excused herself in order to take care of some errands, leaving Ryu and Lisa alone in the medical lab.


“I think that about covers everyone.” Lisa nodded, hitting the last key with satisfaction.

Ryu nodded silently. He continued staring up at the ceiling, his brow creased with concern.

“What is it, Ryu?” Lisa asked, sitting back in her chair and watching Ryu from across the room.

“Hayate, Eliot, Jann Lee, Brad Wong…” Ryu sighed.

“Ah.” Lisa nodded. “Yes, I can see how awkward it might be. You’re going to have sex with their lovers. You’ve been with these women before, but now they have men of their own. It’s their choice, Ryu.”

“I know.” Ryu said evenly. “But these men will grow old and pass away while their lovers remain forever young. It is a sacrifice I cannot imagine.”

“We’ll see.” Lisa said cryptically. Ryu was about to inquire what she meant when the door slid open and Tina and Candy Cane walked in swiftly. Ryu got to his feet.

“Ryu!” Candy Cane rushed forward and embraced the ninja tightly. “I missed you so much! Sorry I missed your championship match. I saw the replay and it was awesome!”

“Rebecca.” Ryu smiled warmly, returning her hug.

“Hate to break up the reunion, but you have an appointment.” Tina spoke up from the door. “The Rumble Roses XXX President wants to see you.”

“You’re the new champion, stud!” Candy Cane prodded Ryu’s chest. “Now you get to meet the boss.”

“I’m finished here.” Lisa said brightly, eyeing Tina. “I don’t suppose anyone would like to stay here and keep me company?”

“I’ll leave Ryu to you, Candy.” Tina walked past Ryu and Candy Cane, patting the young girl on the shoulder. “Lisa and I will hold down the fort here.”

“Try not to break anything!” Candy Cane giggled, pulling Ryu with her toward the door.

Ryu saw Lisa jump into Tina’s arms, wrapping her legs around the blond vixen’s waist just before the door slid shut behind them. Sighing, Ryu let Candy guide him down the hallway and through a labyrinth of doors and stairways toward the executive wing attached to the arena complex.

At last they arrived at an elegant foyer complete with an indoor fountain and shrubbery. A large and ornate wooden door dominated the space and a blond woman paced nervously in front of it.

“Miss Spencer!” Candy Cane called out in greeting, startling the English teacher.

“Oh, Rebecca!” Miss Spencer gasped and reached up to adjust her red-rimmed glasses. “You startled me! And Ryu! I am so relieved to see you are well.”

“Miss Spencer.” Ryu bowed.

Candy Cane released Ryu’s arm and gave Miss Spencer a lingering kiss on the lips. Miss Spencer then approached Ryu hesitantly, and Candy Cane gave her a firm shove into Ryu’s arms. Miss Spencer kissed Ryu gently, and Ryu took solace in the fact that even after all she had been through, Miss Spencer had not lost all her innocence.

“You are here to meet the president as well, I take it.” Miss Spencer said with some of her old formality as she stepped back from Ryu.

“Indeed.” Ryu nodded.

Just then the large wooden door swung open, revealing a tall muscular man in military fatigues. His face was weathered and his eyes were grim.

“Leon.” Ryu said, surprised.

“The Madam President will see you now.” Leon ushered them in, seemingly oblivious to Ryu’s confusion.

The presidential suite was enormous, with an arched ceiling high overhead the modern furnishings. The room was dominated by a sleek wooden desk, behind which sat a high-backed leather chair. The chair swiveled around, and in it sat a beautiful blond woman in a gorgeous red Victorian dress. Ryu felt his heart leap in his chest as the mother of his son gave him a dazzling smile.

“Helena Douglas!” Miss Spencer gasped in absolute awe, her eyes the size of dinner plates.

“You must be Muriel Spencer.” Helena said warmly as she rose smoothly to her feet and glided toward them across the lush carpet. She reached out and took Miss Spencer’s hand in her own white-gloved palm in a very feminine handshake. Miss Spencer’s mouth hung open in shock, and a shiver went down her spine at Helena’s touch.

“Helena.” Ryu said in a low voice as Helena’s emerald eyes turned to him.

“Ryu, mon amour.” Helena said breathlessly before pressing herself against him. Her lush lips met his in a passionate kiss.

Miss Spencer watched with unblinking eyes as Helena melted against Ryu. She felt familiar warmth begin to grow within her as she saw Helena’s majestic bosom compress against Ryu’s chest. She imagined how Helena would feel pressed against her. The warmth grew more intense.

“It has been so long, Ryu.” Helena said, breaking their kiss and staring into Ryu’s eyes.

“Far too long.” Ryu nodded. “How is… your son?”

“He’s in the north wing.” Helena glowed with pride. “Bayman is watching him now.”

“You’re the president of Rumble Roses?” Ryu asked.

“Tina contacted me after your match with Anesthesia.” Helena nodded and stepped back. “She just wanted me to offer some financial pressure to force the board’s cooperation. But it was obvious that a more aggressive approach was needed. So I bought them outright.”

Helena looked to Miss Spencer, and the English teacher averted her gaze. Helena’s eyes drifted down Miss Spencer’s white blouse and red skirt. Ryu could see a simmering fire in Helena’s gaze. Perhaps Christie was rubbing off on her.

“It would have been impossible without Miss Spencer.” Helena said, tearing her eyes from Miss Spencer’s long legs. “Ryu, your meteoric rise to stardom sent the value of Rumble Roses XXX through the stratosphere. I had to use every last penny of DOATEC, my own personal fortune, and even borrowed money to finance the buyout. And Miss Spencer single-handedly drafted the paperwork.”

“I was just glad to help.” Miss Spencer said quietly, shifting her weight between her feet anxiously. “Tina only told me that DOATEC was purchasing Rumble Roses XXX. I never thought I’d be able to meet you in person! I hope the contracts were…sufficient.”

“It was the finest legal writing I’ve ever seen.” Helena smiled. Her eyes lingered on Miss Spencer for a long moment and then she finally turned to Ryu. “Could you excuse us, Ryu? I’d like to thank Miss Spencer privately. I know you’d like to see him.”

Ryu bowed to both women and headed for the door that Helena had indicated, eager to see his son. From the energy he could feel in the room, he was also certain that if he did not leave now, he would be occupied for hours. He knew it would be marvelous, but it was nothing in comparison to seeing his son.


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“Can I offer you a drink?” Helena asked as the door closed behind Ryu, leaving her and Miss Spencer alone. Helena glided across the room and retrieved two glasses and a bottle of her finest wine.

“I would be delighted.” Miss Spencer nodded enthusiastically. Her eyes were glued to Helena, watching her every move. “Forgive me, Miss Douglas. I’ve dreamed of meeting you someday, but I never thought it would actually happen.”

“The infamy of my father’s legacy usually inspires suspicion.” Helena smiled as she handed Miss Spencer a glass and filled it. “And please, call me Helena.”

“Oh, I don’t know of you because of him.” Miss Spencer shook her head. She took a sip of wine. “Your music is absolutely divine! I’ve listened to you ever since you premiered. I was in attendance at the theater when… when…” She trailed off, feeling humiliated at her lack of tact.

“When my mother was killed.” Helena said softly.

“I’m sorry.” Miss Spencer bit her lip and starred down at her wine glass. “That was a terrible thing to mention.”

“It’s all right, Miss Spencer.” Helena reached out and laid a hand on the English teacher’s wrist. “I’ve come to terms with my past. I’m more concerned that you had to witness that violence. You must have been young. I was just a girl myself.”

“You always gave me hope, Helena. I loved listening to your singing.” Miss Spencer continued staring down at her wine glass and at Helena’s white-gloved hand on her wrist. Her touch was electric even through her glove. “And please, call me Muriel.”

“It’s been so long!” Helena almost laughed, feeling a great wave of nostalgia. “The last few years have been so hectic, I haven’t had much time for music. Do you sing, Muriel?”

“Oh, goodness!” Miss Spencer flushed. “Never in front of anyone!”

“What do you say we give it a try?” Helena gave Miss Spencer’s wrist a squeeze before moving to the large ornate desk in the back of the presidential room. She reached down to access a control panel set into the surface. Suddenly the room was filled with the beautiful sound of an orchestra.

“Helena!” Miss Spencer gasped in delight as she recognized the music. “Oh, this is my favorite aria!”

“Mine as well.” Helena smiled at Miss Spencer’s wide-eyed wonder. Suddenly the mature and composed English teacher was an innocent young girl, carried away by the power of the music. In that instant, Helena knew all she needed to know about Muriel Spencer. “Sing with me, Muriel.”

Helena took a depth breath and began to sing. Her voice carried through the air, sending shivers down Miss Spencer’s spine. Helena’s mouth moved subtlety, and Miss Spencer saw the French woman’s tongue dance in her regal mouth, articulating each phrase with absolute perfection. Helena’s full, lush lips quivered with emotion as the melody took a dark turn. She took another deep breath, and her bosom swelled, breasts straining against the confines of her corset.

Miss Spencer was carried away by the sheer power of Helena’s voice, and she found herself singing along. Helena’s eyes widened as she heard Miss Spencer’s strong alto join hers in a perfect harmony. The aria was written for only one voice, but Miss Spencer was improvising a wondrous duet. Helena was amazed at both her raw singing talent and her faultless intuition.

The two women locked gazes as the music swelled toward a glorious climax. With each delicate note, they found themselves moving toward each other. As cellos and violins swirled powerfully, Helena and Miss Spencer joined hands, their voices rising together ever higher in beautiful harmony. Helena’s gloved fingers entwined with Miss Spencer’s and the lace of Helena’s bodice brushed against the frills of Miss Spencer’s blouse.

As the music exploded into exquisite cords the sheer beauty of the music pushed both women into each other’s arms. Their last notes were smothered by one another’s lips. Miss Spencer pulled back first, her eyes wide behind her red-rimmed glasses.

“I’m so sorry, Helena.” She whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m not sorry, Muriel.” Helena replied softly and reached up to trail a finger down the side of Miss Spencer’s jaw. “I don’t think you are either.”

“I…I just…” Miss Spencer stammered, shivering at Helena’s merest touch. “It’s too… perfect.”

“Then let’s wait for something to go wrong.” Helena grinned and leaned back in. Her full lips covered Miss Spencer’s in a long, passionate kiss.

It was Miss Spencer who made the next move. Her right hand moved up around Helena’s lower back and pulled her close. Helena moaned softly into their kiss as she felt Miss Spencer’s impressive bosom press against her own.

The music continued playing, filling the room with warm tones that underscored the barely contained tension between the two women. Their hands began moving over buttons and lace, undoing the barriers between their bodies. Helena’s breasts burst free of her bodice just as Miss Spencer’s open blouse and bra fell away. Their breasts met, nipple to nipple, and the women inhaled sharply as they felt their rosy peaks harden against one another. The remainder of their clothes fell to the floor moments later.

Helena’s gloved hands moved up to Miss Spencer’s mouth. The English teacher caught the tip of each glove’s index finger between her teeth and pulled the gloves off with a simple twist of her head. The gloves fell to the floor and Helena let Miss Spencer’s soft lips cover three fingers of her right hand. She could feel her hot tongue licking her fingertips. Miss Spencer moved her right hand up to Helena’s mouth, and Helena began suckling the English teacher’s three right-hand fingers.

After a few moments, the women slipped their hands from one another’s mouth and let them slip down between them. Miss Spencer shook in pleasurable shock as she felt Helena’s slick fingers slide down over her moist nether lips. She bit her lip and sent her own wet fingers over the tender folds between Helena’s creamy thighs.

“Ooooh…” Helena cooed, feeling Miss Spencer’s fingers caress her intimate flesh. “Now, now, my dear… I’m the one thanking you, remember?”

Miss Spencer gasped in pleasure as Helena’s fingers slipped inside her. Her knees buckled and Helena followed her to the floor, never letting her fingers leave the hot confines of Miss Spencer’s womanhood.

“Helena! Oh, Helena!” Miss Spencer moaned, reaching down to grasp Helena’s wrist between her legs as it worked magic inside her wet vessel. Miss Spencer’s eyelashes fluttered behind her glasses. “That’s marvelous! Aaaaah! Mmmmmm….yes! That’s wonderful!”

Helena smiled, watching Miss Spencer’s large breasts heave with each exclamation of ecstasy. She curled her first two fingers inside Miss Spencer, rubbing that most particular spot. Miss Spencer’s spine arched off the floor in excruciating pleasure. Helena ran her left hand over Miss Spencer’s right thigh, feeling the smooth and soft skin and the muscles beneath tensing. Christie had taught her many things during countless long and exhausting nights of amazing sex, and Helena was eager to see Miss Spencer’s reaction to them.

While her fingers stroked deep inside Miss Spencer’s tight sheath, Helena began rolling her thumb around the sensitive nub of the voluptuous woman’s clit. This sent Miss Spencer into a fit of spasms, crying out in delight.

“YES! I’m…I’m going to….I’M COMING!!!” Miss Spencer screamed, her eyes wide in disbelief. Her hands tightened around Helena’s wrist. Then her eyelids clamped down tight as pleasure exploded through her body.

“Come, Muriel. Venez pour moi.” Helena whispered, feeling Miss Spencer tighten around her fingers.

Even as the last spasms of orgasm shook her body, Miss Spencer sat up and grabbed the back of Helena’s head, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Helena crawled on top of her, and the two women rolled across the floor, groping each other’s large breasts and shapely buttocks. They knocked into a pedestal and a priceless vase crashed to the floor, smashing into a million pieces. Neither of them paid it any mind.

Miss Spencer rolled on top and her lips moved down to Helena’s breasts, nibbling and suckling the French woman’s glorious orbs of flesh. For a moment, Miss Spencer thought of Rebecca Welsh’s younger, less developed breasts, but the moment was fleeting as Helena’s thigh came up and began rubbing between Miss Spencer’s thighs.

“Helena! Ohhhhh…” Miss Spencer moaned. She began lapping at Helena’s right breast, lashing the aroused nipple with her tongue. The music continued playing, making it all seem like a dream. But the sensations were all too real.

“Oui, Muriel…oh, oui!” Helena murmured, running her fingers through Miss Spencer’s blond hair. She snatched the red-rimmed glasses from her face just as Miss Spencer released her mouth from Helena’s breast to gaze into her eyes. There was a moment of silence as Helena and Miss Spencer just looked at each other. “Muriel, you are beautiful.”

Miss Spencer’s eyes glistened with joyful tears as she crawled forward and met Helena’s smiling face with a passionate kiss. Helena returned her affection, letting their tongues writhe leisurely together.

Sex with Christie was always an intense experience, and Helena’s relationship with the assassin would always be tense. It added to the excitement, as there was always a sense of danger with Christie. Helena would not have it any other way, for a gentle Christie was not her Christie at all. Helena had only known Christie’s aggression and Ryu’s noble masculinity. But Miss Spencer was something very different. Muriel Spencer was warm and innocent in many ways. From the moment she had met her, Helena felt like she had found a long-lost friend.

A gorgeous, talented friend with very pleasant benefits.

Helena got to her feet, and Miss Spencer rose with her, their lips still locked in a hungry kiss. Helena guided them toward her large mahogany desk. The cool edge of ornate wood pressed against Miss Spencer’s bare butt, forcing a startled gasp from her that was smothered by Helena’s soft lips. Miss Spencer scooted up onto the desk, lying down on her back as Helena crawled atop her on top of the vast desk.

Miss Spencer broke their kiss and her eyes darted down Helena’s body. When she looked back up, Helena could see the desire clearly in her eyes. Smiling knowingly, Helena sat back, letting Miss Spencer sit up, each woman spreading their long, silky legs. When their hips moved to meet, Helena and Miss Spencer arched their backs and began churning their nether lips together in a languid motion. Miss Spencer looked down over her own heaving breasts and watched as her dripping wet slit rubbed with delicious friction against Helena’s fully sodden womanhood.

They moaned and gasped, and their voices rose together again in a harmony far older than the music filling the air. Their breasts rose and fell in perfect sync as they breathed together, feeling the amazing pleasures bubble up their bodies as they continued grinding against one another.

“Helena…I can feel you… it’s...” Miss Spencer murmured almost deliriously. “I’m almost…”

“I know, Muriel…aaaahhh!” Helena sucked in a sharp breath as Miss Spencer’s clit rubbed against her own. “Together, Muriel…ooooh, oui!”

“Yes, Helena!” Muriel nodded emphatically as they each began churning against each other with greater urgency. “I…oh, I love you, Helena!”

“Oui, Muriel!” The words tasted sweet as honey in Helena’s mouth. “Je t’aime!”

Just as the music reached a crescendo, the two women reached their own climax.

“HELENA!” Miss Spencer cried, her grand breasts heaving as she arched her back.

“MURIEL!” Helena screamed, flinging her head back.

Undeniable heat surged up their bodies, flooding them with complete ecstasy. Helena’s toes curled as she came, screaming Miss Spencer’s name. Miss Spencer clawed at the desk, her eyes rolling back as pleasure coursed through her veins from her orgasm.

They collapsed onto their backs, gasping for breath as the last spasms shook their gorgeous bodies. After a moment, Helena crawled over to lie next to Miss Spencer and the English teacher turned onto her side to face her. They pressed together and kissed in silence. The passion in their lips left no doubt that their spoken words had not been in vain.

After a long while, Miss Spencer finally broke their kiss.

“Helena… good lord, we hardly know each other.” She blinked back tears. “How can this be? It’s all so… so perfect.”

“As I said before…” Helena reached over and cupped Miss Spencer’s cheek in her palm. “Let’s keep going until something goes wrong.”

“That sounds like a marvelous plan.” Miss Spencer smiled and pulled Helena into another deep kiss.

Suddenly the executive suite doors opened, and Tina burst in. At the same moment, Ryu appeared at the door to the north wing. There was an uncomfortable moment as Tina and Ryu took in the sight of Helena and Miss Spencer both completely naked and entwined on the ornate desk.

“Sorry to barge in.” Tina couldn’t help but grin. “I can see you two are in the middle of some very… involved legal entanglements.” She threw Ryu a wink. “Geez, Ryu, I’m a little disappointed that you aren’t giving a little input.”

“You’re both welcome to join our deliberations.” Helena’s eyes twinkled despite her slight blush as she sat up. “I could use a joint session with my company’s greatest asset and his genius manager.”

“Oh my heavens!” Miss Spencer was turning a deep shade of scarlet, half-heartedly covering her breasts and wishing to be invisible. “Helena, I’m not sure if I’m ready for…”

“Relax, Muriel!” Tina laughed. “Sorry, Helena, but even though I’d love to have a quickie with my new boss, I actually need you all to come with me right now.”

“What is it?” Ryu asked. He knew that Tina would not turn down Helena’s offer of sex unless it was serious.

“We’ve got her.” Tina said, grinning with pride. “We’ve got Anesthesia.”