Not that he had a particular problem with them intellectually, or emotionally. As far as he was concerned, girls could be very nice individuals, who could be fun to be around... provided that they didn't do anything like actually try to get in contact with his body. Experience had taught him that girls trying to move quickly towards him could be very dangerous, and considering that one thing that his stupid father had tried to do to him, he sure as hell wasn't about to let them try it again.
Just thinking about it made his skin crawl, his breathing grow short, and hives coming up on his skin. Okay, so sometimes he could tell that the breathing part, along with a stammering heart, and clammy hands did bring up other ideas that somehow didn't feel so bad. And had he met the girls they wanted him to marry one or two at a time, perhaps he could have adjusted, but faced with nine girls who were expecting to take his pants from his body, he had done all that he could do, and ran.
Knowing that he needed someplace to help himself keep himself whole and hydrated, he ran as quickly as he could, heading to the nearest doors that he could. He went around yanking doors open, and darting through ones that were closing. Each time, he didn't care where they led, so long as he was not going to be where his idiot father could make a group of girls jump him in a group again.
Of course, it would have helped if he wasn't frozen in shock at the latest door, looking in on what could only be a women's changing room, complete with girls in various stages of dress.
If there was one thing that he knew, it was that someone had really hated him that day.
Over the years, Genma had grown to be very used to waking up with a headache of some sort or another. Drinking tended to leave him with that sort of situation regularly, but he didn't think that something petty like that was enough to make him stop. A martial artist was supposed to be able to shirk a little pain, and that wasn't enough to make him give up such a manly activity.
This wasn't a hangover as he remembered it, however. There was the same bleary feelings, and the disorientation, but it had a different 'taste', so to speak. For one thing, it was clearing on its own, and he was feeling aches in parts of his body where he hadn't before.
But as he opened his eyes to look above his bed, he realized that he would have been lucky if that was all he had to deal with.
"Hello, husband," Nodoka, his chief wife, murmured in silky tones as she slid the family honor blade from its sheath, with his other wives standing right behind her. "I understand that it has come time for you to stop your training journey with our son."
"I.... That is.... You see...." he stammered, knowing that he was in deep at the moment.
"Don't try to lie. I know you, and I've talked to the doctor."
"You... have?"
"Yes, and she told me everything. How my son is to do me so proud, getting his own harem, and starting his own family. Did you know that each of those girls is sweet and interesting in her own way? Of course not, seeing as you have done something wholly inappropriate."
"When did I...."
"When you made my son afraid of women!" Nodoka snapped, and then visibly calmed herself. "However, that's something that we can rectify. As his mother, it is my duty, and need to soothe this horrible affliction that you've put upon him, and my sisters will have no problem in assisting me."
"It was for his own good!"
The sword tip came down to point right at his nose. "Do not play the fool with me, husband. With your idiotic attempt to create an 'onna-ken'. But as soon as we have dispatched with our other duties, we can focus on nothing but helping him become at ease with his brides."
"'When'? What will you be doing before then?"
"Why, we'll be taking care of you. As your wives, it's our duty to make certain that you are properly... handled. And we've been waiting all these years for a chance to do just that."
Almost as if to confirm her words, one co-wife pulled out a whip and began cracking it, and another brought out a pair of tasers.
"Don't worry. We'll do anything and everything that we have to in order to make certain that you're well taken care of."
Genma looked at the faces of each of his wives, and gulped hard, since he knew that they meant business, while:
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