Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Bonus Level: Kokoro


The sun had set by the time Lisa led Ryu back to the resort proper. The luxurious accommodations were quite impressive, and were populated by the most beautiful women that Ryu had ever met.

Helena Douglas lay naked on a masseuse table near a large pool, her porcelain skin being kneaded by Christie’s expertly trained hands. Ryu’s eyes grew wide as Christie’s right hand slipped down past Helena’s flat stomach to begin massaging her in a most intimate manner. Helena's pelvis rose up as she strained toward the slender tips of Christie's talented fingers. Christie's left hand began massaging Helena's breasts, gently twisting the nipples between her fingertips. Helena began moaning softly, whispering French eroticisms.

"Those two," Lisa shook her head at them. "Now that is one twisted relationship." Ryu made no comment and instead gazed around the pool area, trying to spot Kasumi or Ayane.

"Oh, Ryu." Lisa spoke as an afterthought. "Ayane said that you were supposed to wait in the hot tub over there." She motioned toward a softly lit hut on the other side of the pool. "She said something about 'a little piece of home' or something like that. Anyway, I've got to go clean up. I'm sure I'll see you later." And with that, Lisa walked briskly toward what appeared to be a bath hut.

Ryu made his way around the pool, trying not to stare at the now entwined and moaning bodies of Christie and Helena, squirming on the masseuse table. Christie's head was between Helena's silky legs, her tongue lapping with practiced skill. Ryu reached the darkened hut just as Helena’s voice called out Christie’s name. He closed the door behind him, and surveyed the room within.

The soft glow of several dozen candles reflected beautifully on the surface of the bubbling water. Ryu could not help himself, shedding his outfit and slowly immersing his body in the soothing embrace of the hot tub. A few minutes past and then the door opened. A familiar scent wafted into the room, and brought a smile to Ryu’s face.

Ryu turned and found a slim, long dark haired girl standing in the doorway, holding a tray of steaming hot sushi. She took several small, well-disciplined steps toward him and set the tray down next to his shoulder.

“Good evening, master Ryu.” She bowed smartly. She spoke in fluent Japanese, taking Ryu off guard. “My name is Kokoro.” She wore an elegant kimono of ancient design.

“It is my honor, Miss Kokoro.” Without thinking, Ryu stood and bowed. When he looked up he saw Kokoro’s blushing face, her eyes darting around and away from him. He suddenly remembered his nakedness and dipped back down into the water.

“I am sorry.” Ryu said, blushing himself. “It is just that the other women here have all… I have grown perhaps too comfortable around them.”

“No need to apologize.” Kokoro shook her head earnestly. “I am supposed to entertain you tonight, after all.” Her voice betrayed just a hint of resentment.

“You need do nothing against your will, my lady.” Ryu said, aghast. “Did anyone order you here?”

“No, no.” Kokoro dismissed his concern. “I was training to be geisha…I thought this would be a way to rebel.” She shook her head and turned to the door. “And the stories the other girls have told…Well, I actually believed them. Silly, isn’t it?”

“Stories?” Ryu asked.

“Of your…pardon me, but your libido.” She seemed to blush again. “No man could really be what they described.”

“Perhaps,” Ryu spoke softly, his pride beginning to guide his mind. “But perhaps not. You could only know for yourself.”

Kokoro stared at him for a moment, then swiftly unfastened her kimono, letting it fall to the floor. Her pale, firm breasts jostled gently as she slid her long smooth legs into the bubbling surface. She approached Ryu, straddling his lap as he sat against the edge of the tub, water lapping at his shoulders.

“They say you can internalize your orgasm.” Kokoro said skeptically.

“That is true.” Ryu nodded.

“If that were possible, then I could remain silent no matter what you did.” Kokoro’s brow raised in challenge. “Could you?”

“Yes, but I believe that one of us is mistaken.” Ryu said softly.

“We shall see.” Kokoro said. Her hand gripped Ryu’s cock under the water, and began pumping. Kokoro moved in closer, situating herself over his stiff rod. She looked into his eyes. “Do your worst, Ryu Hayabusa.”

Kokoro’s eyes never left his as she lowered herself onto him, his member sliding into her warm flesh. Her face remained impassive at first but her eyes grew wide as she took him in to the hilt. Ryu’s head lolled back as she began to roll her hips in an ancient technique his instructors had told him about. He made a mental note to ask Kokoro to teach it to Kasumi and Ayane at the first opportunity.

Ryu grabbed Kokoro’s butt in his hands, assisting her rocking motion. Kokoro’s breath quickened, and she looked as if she were about to gasp. She quickly leaned in, and covered Ryu’s mouth in a moist kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing his gums and sparring with his own tongue. She pulled back and turned around, swinging her right leg up and over Ryu’s head, his thrusting shaft never leaving her. Ryu nearly gasped his own surprise at her flexibility.

Kokoro sat in Ryu’s lap, her taut butt rubbing against his chiseled abs. She reached down past her stomach and gripped Ryu’s testicles, massaging them aggressively. Ryu swallowed a growl of pleasure, and reached around Kokoro, his fingers finding the nub of her clit, stroking it zealously. Kokoro whipped her head around in delight, her hair lashing Ryu’s face. He leaned forward and covered her right ear lobe with his lips.

For a long while the hut was filled with nothing but soft candle light and the sound of water washing over the edges of the tub. The two young Japanese ground against each other’s naked bodies in total silence. Their faces were flushed and their mouths worked silently, as if they were in a silent film.

At last Ryu felt Kokoro’s tunnel begin to quiver around his relentlessly thrusting shaft. He stood up without warning, lifting Kokoro with him, impaled on his raging cock. Kokoro reached back quickly, her hands grasping the back of Ryu’s strong neck for support while her feet dangled just out of the water. Ryu bucked into Kokoro’s dripping wet body without mercy, casting her into a glorious climax. Kokoro inhaled deeply, but just before she could let loose a rapturous scream of release, Ryu’s hand came up and clamped over her mouth, smothering her cry. His own orgasm washed through his hammering loins, and he moaned deeply into Kokoro’s rich dark hair.

Once he was sure the last of Kokoro’s climax had subsided, Ryu took his hand from her mouth and set her down on her feet, slipping his member from her slit. Kokoro turned slowly to face him, her eyes staring down at the immaculate tip of Ryu’s organ.

“It seems we have tied.” Ryu spoke guilelessly.

“Ryu…” Kokoro shook her head in awe. “The stories were true. Every word.”

“These women are not to be doubted.” Ryu dodged the compliment and turned, seeing the tray Kokoro had brought in with her. “Would you care for some sushi?”

“Maybe later.” Kokoro leapt on Ryu, knocking him back down and up to his neck in the water. “Feel free to say whatever you would like, Ryu.” Kokoro grinned. “I know I will.” He thrust up into her and she let out a beautiful squeal of ecstasy.

They never uttered a word, but the hut was far from silent the rest of the night.


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Writer Commentary

When I first saw Kokoro in a trailer for DOA4, I mistook her for Leifang with a different haircut, believe it or not. This scene's theme was one I had wanted to tackle for a while: the skeptic. This is the first girl that just doesn't think Ryu is all that. I found it amusing to finally have Ryu notice the fact that he has almost come to expect sex whenever meeting a new girl. There's a bit of self-deprecating humor there on the part of yours truly.

Having them both trying not to make any sounds during sex was also an intriguing idea for me. So often the sex scenes would involve the girl saying variations on the words "Yes", "Harder" and "Faster". Here we can only imagine what Kokoro is thinking as they grind away. The "visual" theme of the piece centers on the setting of a hot tub with the characters having sex in water. Something about water covered bodies just screams sexy.

Kokoro is Japanese, and this was to play a larger role than it currently shows. I had an idea to have Ryu associate Kokoro with the girl that Doku murdered at the beginning of Ninja Gaiden, introducing another level of complexity, but I scraped the idea. Ryu exhibits his good nature as he covers Kokoro's mouth, making sure that he is the first to vocalize his pleasure so that she doesn't lose their contest. As with the Lisa chapter, Ryu and Kokoro continue making love past the end of the scene.